Maximilian Davis made Ferragamo sexy again
It’s long past midnight in a tiny karaoke room somewhere in Milan and, through a thick haze of smoke, a group is singing Destiny’s Child at the tops of their lungs; another has repurposed a table as a go-go stage to act as their backup dancers. Someone has found some bottles to pour directly into people’s mouths during the breaks between verses; everyone has stripped off layers of looks; Paloma Elsesser, Benji B, Skepta, Zainab Jama, Tyler Mitchell and Pedro Zeek are jostling for the mic. For one night only, Milan Fashion Week appears transformed: instead of the canapés and cocktails that usually celebrate the end of a day of shows, this room is home to that same spirit found on the similarly smoky, similarly low-lit and similarly liberated dancefloors familiar to those who’ve taken the plane over from London. Read more on Vice
