Happy Monday, friends! So, here was one of those cases where our stodgy old American ideas of "good" and "bad" just don't apply — and the Euro-fashionistas at the Uomo Vogue 40th Anniversary Celebration Party in Milan wouldn't care if they did. We've got Naomi Campbell, Gucci creative director Frida Giannini, Natalia Vodianova, Tilda Swinton, Margherita Missoni, Lapo Elkann All of "The Good" are kind of ugly; all of "The Bad" are kind of amazing and Giorgio Armani? Well, you'll just have to judge for yourselves, after the jump.
Say what you will about La Campbell, the woman's a pro. No matter what legal snafus she's gotten herself into from week to week, she always brings it on the Red.
Nicolo Cardi's unidentified guest (obvi a model judging by gazelle-like physique, that gent's look of self-satisfaction) looks lovely in her metallic column.
I don't know that just everyone could pull this off. But Gucci creative director Frida Giannini absolutely rocks it. (And just N.B., I love the unapologetic red carpet stance everyone adopts in the old world.)
Time was, I had some unreasonable beef with Natalia Vodianova and her English peer hubby. (I think it was based on some Vogue profile that totally glossed over the fact that she was super-young when they met and he was obviously a creepy modelizer. They called it a storybook romance or something. But Vogue profiles make anyone sound insufferable.) I'm pleased to report that they seem unfazed by my disapprobation and look blissfully happy. I like her dress, much.
Tilda Swinton is one of those unabashed "glamorous eccentrics" who, I used to think, could kinda get away with anything. This has changed my mind.
Last week I ran a pic of Nicole Richie in a caftan which many of you felt overwhelmed her. I stand by Nicole, but will say, apply those criticisms to: Margherita Missoni.
Lapo Elkann is an international playboy, industrialist and Fiat heir. None of which explains this suit.
In case you can't tell, the skirt (pants?) of actress Jo Champa's getup is totally sheer.
We really like what Vogue Italia editor Franca Sozzani is doing with the July issue. With her shoes? Not so much. (Malkovich also a mystery.)
Classic scroll-down situation. This applies only to Giorgio Armani's lower half. Although perhaps the utter normalcy of his top half throw the parachute pants/sneakers into more stark and horrible relief?