MILAN - Amid all this restraint, the Emilio Pucci collection stuck out like a many-spangled, rainbow-tinted thumb.
There were tie-dyed spaghetti-strap chiffon maxi dresses and bead-encrusted every-inch-embroidered body-tracing minidresses; suede hip-huggers with lightning bolts down the side and flowered crochet ponchos dripping fringe. There were studded leather chain-mail vests and hot pants with peasant tops.
Granted, there was a trouser suit or two buried in the mayhem, but they were cut with a rocker edge and, frankly, a little beside the point (put there to show retailers that there was more to the collection).
It was kitschy, no question, but it had a good-humored, hot-to-trot energy that was hard to resist, probably because it did not exist elsewhere.
As Joni Mitchell, who may well be the muse of the Milanese season, once sang, 'You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone.' This time around, the Pucci designer Peter Dundas was there to remind us.
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