MILAN BULLETTIN, by angelo flaccavento

Day 4

Can a catchy, charming rock soundtrack and some over-styling (skirts over leggings, patent trenchcoat belts dangling everywhere) rescue the dullest clothes? The answer is no and Max Mara is the proof. I mean, the duffel coats, in particular a metallic one, and the draped dresses are nice, but nothing special really.
Antonio Marras, right after, is all about late XIX century memories and old photos, strictness and grace, bouncy skirts and high necklines, tails and taffetas, but the theme is carried in such a heavy, literal way it all results barely digestible, and it