At Valentino, where the new design duo are trying to put the house back on track, the setting seemed perfect: A long hall of historic museum sculptures, the daylight streaming in on the floor-level runway.
The show was "very Valentino" in that Maria Grazia Chiuri and Pier Paolo Piccoli have absorbed the label's spirit during 10 years in the atelier. But there is no comparison between the banality of fine technique compared with the emotional involvement of a true creator. The show, with its opening trio of elegant, colorful dresses, never sent out a shiver of emotion or excitement. These were just clothes, loosened up a bit with a movement at the back of a coat or a series of capes, one in a faux leopard that looked fancy, rather than feline.
The spun sugar of Valentino's luxury is difficult to define. But it is not ginger fox banding a hemline or a jeweled serpent as a persistent symbol.
Paradoxically, the most appealing pieces were not when the designers lightened up with a tracery of print or dip-dye color at the bottom of an evening skirt. It was when technique ruled the outfits, as in a gown (surely re-worked from the archives) with a beaded edge tracing the nape of the neck; or when the designers produced an effortless series of snug bustiers draped with the perfection of couture.
At this autumn 2009 show, it was hard not to think back to a year ago, when the previous designer, Alessandra Facchinetti, had sent a waft of modernity through the house, the models in their flat shoes taking Valentino metaphorically down from his pedestal. He is right up there again. And as long as the new designers treat the name with such reverence, it is hard to see how they can take a forward stance.