The jaunty little creature who pops up on Moschino's runway every season doesn't distress herself over the subtext of her clothes. No retro irony for her; she's more interested in the best opportunities to look cute. This season, of course, the young-lady-in-the-fifties look will suit her purposes to a T.
From the little wired ribbon-and-velvet hair ornaments to the Betty Boop pumps, Moschino's young woman has that down pat. There was a matchy-matchy moment, played with a silver-threaded tweed suit with a fluffy white Peter Pan fur collar worn with a swinging bag in the same fabric. The show ran on at length, through Chanel-inspired tweeds, tiered skirts perked out with tulle petticoats, and any number of flirtatious printed afternoon dresses. For all its cheeriness, though, a heavy air of inevitability is beginning to hang over collections like this. Moschino will be heaving with sweet, no-brainer, period pieces for fall—like so many others who have taken an obvious cue from Miuccia Prada, but skipped the intellectual thought process that puts her leagues ahead.
