Gucci
We all saw the Demna runway show. The models, a mix of femme fatales and himbo heartthrobs walking the runway, like they were Vampires late for work. I especially appreciated the one kid who stopped midway to check his phone. Oh, and the weird blonde guy who was wearing his shirt, one sleeve in, one sleeve out. The show harkened back to the Tom Ford era of Gucci, featuring skinny jeans, heavy eye makeup, and monochrome suiting. It reminded me of everything I couldn’t afford to own in the 90s. And it instantly inspired me to become one of those capsule collection chicks who can turn a basic, black turtleneck into a dress, a shawl, and an ascot. Below are links with pics that I’ll be using to assemble my new identity.
Hope you join me!






