This season, fashion shows are being constantly perceived and interpreted though the window of our pandemic era – in a kind of exhausting context ad nauseam. But what if…a show could exist in spite of it? A collection with such theatrical luminosity that one could forget the atmosphere and instead, simply, be transported to a glorified yesteryear. Enter Moschino, stage left.
Jeremy Scott doesn’t play by the rules. And he doesn’t pander to trends or zeitgeist or political environs. He runs the show. A show as far and fabulous as his imagination can take him. “Nobody
