By now many days have passed since July, 10 2015 when the students of the Academy of Rome presented their collections. The emotions that were tested during the fashion show remain indelibly written on skin like a tattoo. The young, talented students never cease to impress me. This time even, they left me breathless. Not only because they succeeded to express across the clothes the soul of the most important musicians of generations from Bob Marley to Amy Winhouse, but above all, they succeeded to transform the fabrics destined for uniform work—products from Klopman International—  into marvelous clothes of haute couture. As always my dear followers, I take you with me to this magical fashion show. The lights lowered and there over an underscore of Bob Marley reggae, inebriating the catwalk the models entered enveloped in sensual snake skins and tulle veils displaying the colors of the Jamaican flag in an original mix with blue denim.

After the reggae music the night passed to the nostalgia of the unforgettable Amy Winhouse.

Voluptuous clothes made unique by the choice of a flamingo as an icon returned to the catwalk.

Slim outfits glued to the body with sensual but not vulgar accents recalled the songwriter’s style. Suddenly, on the catwalk the crimson of the revolution of the 70’s catapulted us into the world of Pink Floyd, where military cotton brought the memory back to college years. Among my favourites was the collection “Touch” in which the style of Yamamoto met the angels of the Wenders movie stars in “The sky above Berlin”. The asymmetrically cut clothes gave homage to the symmetry reflected in the Berlin style, creating a tense and melancholic atmosphere. The lively cut of hides mingled amidst tulle and duchess fabric finding an equilibrium without losing time. The color is one: black.

Concluding the show was a collection dedicated to the flower made subject of infinite literature: the rose.

The clothes of voluminous form and structure resembled the folds of the flower. The ample lines were constructed across games of overlapping flounces like pedals.

Finally, the greatest of all the nuances came the dark and profound facet of the rose.

In red, violet, and blue these clothes captured the most dark and fatal essence of this delicate, sensual flower. The lights came back up, and as always the sensation of such beauty came to an end.

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