With Beth Ditto blasting out at one end of the stage and the Christopher / Donatella act starting at the other, it was hard to know which way to look. But, either way, the power of both made for an exceptional show.
Kane injected pure, youthful, undiluted, pulse-racing energy through the spirit of the Versaces. He started out with scorching pink looks that might have been inspired by (and probably was) a vintage Versace collection: a fitted zip-front coat over microscopic shorts, a fit and flare dress, a vinyl shell top and lean leather pants. Thick resin chains around every neck became the thing multi-coloured and stitched around hemlines on short sporty skirts, tracing seams on fitted dresses or as ankle straps on steep sandals and the fabric for a halter neck top.
Then came the punk yellow that soon developed into large geometrics and spots, perforated layers of shine, and optical daisies, culminating in a t-shirt-trouser combo that had all three.
One show ended and another began Beth Ditto took the front row with her down the catwalk, to a finale of high drama and electric giddiness. It was a fashion happening. The London spirit met the glamour of Milan.
