The morning after: no longer, not yet; a moment of passage, a blooming of possibilities.

Is there a more vibrant time? Blink, and you’ll miss it, and yet new things will happen in a flash.
This is our first show and it happens on the street, where one is both a protagonist and a spectator, a voyeur and an actor; where paths cross, connections happen and feelings flutter.

Our women finally come alive, in their plurality and manifold personalities. The show takes place as the light of the day sets. However, we ask you a leap of fantasy and imagine instead the sun to rise. It’s the early morning. You are all seated on sofas: quite an intimate setting. And yet, this is happening on a sidewalk, en plein air.

Another leap of fantasy: from inside to outside. You’re watching a mise enscene, but the feel is that of a tranche de vie, a piece of real life. Our women pass the front door, on a street with a distinctive Milanese feel, and walk straight into the moment, aware of their strengths as well as their weaknesses. Flaunting them, probably. Having dressed in haste, they get out as they are: straps falling, shoes unmatching, a scarf coiling up to the eyebrows as to declare Don’t bother me. They do not need anybody’s approval but their own. Are they donning something from the night before? Are they in a hurry? Such questions do not apply. What matters is that they are embracing who they are, self assured and open to life, its risks and imperfections. They own a sense of daring. The tailoring they favor is strong on the shoulders, shapely and assertive. Long coats cloak, protect and reveal.

Pieces move and coil on and around the body: spontaneously draped dresses, trousers that are too long, sudden openings, slashes. The tomboyish and the extremely feminine mingle in ways that mirror our complementary personalities: slinky shapes and a certain slouch, opacity and shine. All of it in a muted palette of blacks, dark blues and concrete grays lit with metallic dashes of silver, cosmetic pinks and sudden bursts of red. Either on high heels or flats, this is a sum of who we are, now, creating clothes that match the numerous shades of womanly psychology.