Clothing not ideas– or as he puts it, “no bullshit”: that’s what Fausto Puglisi is driven to provide as his stewardship of Roberto Cavalli canters on. Even at 9 am sharp on a strongly cold Milan early morning today, the intense Sicilian’s enthusiasm for his gig was boiling over. “You editors constantly desire stories– blah, blah, blah– and there is one here. The reality is that I believe a lot about the group of females for whom it’s my task to make a closet. That’s why I like speaking to sellers, to comprehend what their clients are informing them they are trying to find … and what they reveal me is that they are searching for clothing to interact enjoyable, liberty, and not providing a shit about judgment. She produces herself. That is a declaration about power, and about flexibility, and I like it quite.”
Puglisi equated that quick into a punchily robust Spaghetti Western of a collection that played as delicately with global codes of used Americana as the remainder of the world finishes with the cultural stability of Italian food. An Appaloosa print (a good Cavalli nod), a bandanna print that integrated Zebra stripe within the initially main Asian paisley,