Here’s the conundrum in a gist: the reference to Valentino’s work are plentiful and, honestly, quite literal, more Valentino than it’s every been before. But the spirit? Where’s the glamour, the polish, the grace? I can’t see it here. Maybe because AM can’t be anything else but himself. And he stands for something quite the opposite to what Valentino has represented in his career. It’s the usual bunch of bored kids in drag, only this time they picked from their rich aunt’s 70’s and 80’s wardrobe, instead of their grannie.