The funny thing about Gianni's designs is that, when you strip away some of their context -- the super choreographed shows, the really va va-voom hair, the shoes, some of the styling, not to mention their iconic nature -- they actually hold up today as fabulous pieces to wear. All of those Barocco silk shirts and jeans, all of those technicolor coats and tailored jackets and mini skirts, the color blocked dresses, even the super simple but flawlessly cut evening columns would work just as well today as they did twenty or thirty years ago. And hell, even the pieces that can't quite shake their 90s image are still highly prized by the fashion obsessed, so I think it's not only very heartfelt for Donatella to essentially say "why bother messing with perfection" and re-release many of the pieces with few changes, but very shrewd, too.
Beyond all of that though this show and collection are exactly the shot of adrenaline that I've needed after so much fashion fatigue. It's not original, it's not recontextualized very much, it's not creative, and yet it still blows everything else that has set foot on a runway these past few years out of the water. Such is the power of good fashion I guess.