Oh, there goes the taste level, floating down the Arno. I was wondering where it went?
To be fair, Pucci is fashion mission impossible — sway too far or adhere too closely to the house codes and you’re doomed.
Miceli has had some nifty ideas, such as reducing the prints to a trim or a belt loop. You get that it’s a Pucci but aren’t overwhelmed by arabesque swirls.
There’s a vague, strike that, a quite potent whiff of L’aire de Confusion about these proceedings. A bit poolside ladies gone mad.
Not awful but not necessary neither. Pour me another glass. TGIF.