In the spirit of nostalgia for the good old days before politics went berserk and dominated everything, today I bring you the Milan catwalks as good old-fashioned light relief. With all due respect to the pussy hats at Missoni, the headscarves at Max Mara and Alberta Ferretti, and the feminist slogans at Versace, we are now three quarters of the way through the month of fashion shows, and it seems to me high time we paid attention to what we are actually going to wear next season.
This is what next season looks like: it is a skirt or a dress that hugs the waist and is at its most fitted (while not skintight) from waist to hipbone, then swishes about a bit – possibly with a split, or a few pleats, or an asymmetric handkerchief hem – ending somewhere between the bottom of the knee and the ankle. Or it can be wide trousers, but cut so that they have the same feminine shape, with a high, fitted waist and a loose leg. The shoe probably has a bit of a heel, but it’s definitely a walkable height. It is not so high as to make the shoe the focal point of your look, but not so low as to make a shouty statement about flats, either.
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