^^^ I’d further add that nothing of this fashion era will be remembered fondly: It will serve as a cautionary warning to future eras, if anything. Adult fashion victims will look back on this era feeling like titanic suckers. Thank goodness I had the good fortune to have grown up with the likes of Prada/Helmut/Jil/Calvin at their prime in the late-90s— thus developing a natural aversion to monogram/logo-drenched basics. I don’t think I’d be interested in fashion if I were 14yo in 2020. It’s all so basic, sloppy, amateur and utterly disposable. You’d think with the way that fashion from the 1920s on making leaps and bounds when it comes to progression and innovation in fabrication alongside design, we’d be at a great place in 2020. Instead, we’re in the equivalent of the Stone Ages of the fashion timeline. It’s all horrifically dumbed down for the masses with all these once great labels all looking like outlet-versions of their former selves.
(Cavalli is straightforward sexy fun and nothing more. Although even Cavalli’s ruffles and flouncing, billowing skirts would easily put Maria Grazia's/Pierpaolo’s to shame any time, any place, anywhere.
The one main cringey component of this label was the sort of people that it attracted at the time: Guidos/guidettes that in retrospect, were the epitome of toxic behaviour. I still vividly remember talking to this guidette-type— complete with the horrendous yellow hair w/black tips and an orange spray-on tan, coral lipstick and she, in that very first impression, came off so dense and full of herself at the same time. And this was generally the type that wore Cavalli back in the day.)