"Sparkling." How else was Stefano Gabbana going to describe his mood after a show that put on the glitz to a degree so OTT it bordered on the satirical? It had all the skin and shimmer, flesh and flash of a Vegas review—except it was men rather than showgirls up there on that stage.
The peach in the fruit bowl was Jesus Luz, who emerged in a black silk tux shirt—and matching bathing suit. Given his designation as Madonna's innamorato, he looked appropriately insecure.
The label's resident male, David Gandy, appeared anything but as he redefined twenty-first-century beefcake in a pair of severely truncated white trunks.
Domenico and Stefano recently mentioned that the Sicilian pinstripes-and-black suit signature can become a little oppressive for them.
So they sensibly honored their heritage with a handful of sober classics, then cut loose with extravagant flights of gilded fancy, strewing crystals with fierce abandon all over jackets, jeans, and accessories.
Anyone seeking some kind of fashion statement from the duo might take note of the chunky yet summer-weight knitwear, or the artful perforation of skins, or maybe even the resuscitation of the borsellino, known vernacularly—and mockingly—as the "murse."
Otherwise, Dolce & Gabbana went hell-bent for glam, mixing day and night into a seamless 24 hours—and sending out a finale that was a nonpareil hymn to the beader's craft.