I'm feeling the magic Alessandro Michele is making at Gucci! His spring show was a technicolor parade of retro-tinged looks that felt geeky and girly, new yet familiar, young but mature.
These clashing themes are a turning point in fashion: often, designers present a strong vision of one type of girl and isolate customers that might not fit that demographic. Consider the Oscar de la Rentas and Carolina Herreras of the world crafting confections for the Park Avenue Princesses of the world - or the Wangs and Rousteings serving up twenty-something bad bitchery.
And Michele is becoming the most buzzed about designer in fashion's flock. You see, Michele isn't a good designer; he is a great designer. A good designer creates something that makes you shop. A great designer creates something that makes you dream.
Fashion-obsessed females worldwide are fantasizing about becoming Michele's Gucci Girl. It is his reckless abandon of the de rigueur that becomes pyrotechnics lighting up the landscape of fashion. He spins a story whose narrative I have hopelessly fallen in love with.
