Dolce & Gabbana in Capri


Welcome to Southern Italy! In an exquisite fashion event, Dolce & Gabbana captured the spirit of the Mediterranean in a flurry of full skirts, tiny waists, bold patterns, intricate jewellery, lush fur and two-piece swimsuits. (The sensual swimwear was often a seductive partner to the fur).

Below the exploding fireworks, brighter than the bauble of a full moon, a bride bobbed on the surf in a little boat.
The airwaves were filled with Fifties’ hit Mambo Italiano, played with gusto as guests dressed in Capri glamour danced on the rocky shore.

By the time that Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabbana were walking the sea shore ‘catwalk’, and then waiting for the models in their swishing skirts to climb back up the hill, the audience, primarily of couture clients, was drowning out the music with applause.
The intimacy of this exceptional event in a secret cove off the Italian Island, meant that this was the rarest of events: a paparazzi-free zone.

The show started with grand opera – a fitting backdrop to an important project for the design duo. They have been taking their private collections around Italy from Sicily, where Domenico has his roots, to Venice and now Capri.

“It’s about the beauty of Italy – we wanted to do something for our country,” said an emotional Stefano, as he talked through the collection in an improvised dressing room overlooking the choppy water.There were details of raised floral embroidery, sandals with clusters of beaded flowers, a gilded crown that might have been a Neapolitan treasure and a dress with the naïve hand-painting of a map of the Amalfi coast.

The event was joyous and fun, with a casual glamour that Domenico claimed was last seen in the era of Liz Taylor,  Princess Soraya of Iran, the Duchess of Windsor and Jackie Kennedy in the high tide of Capri chic.
With the Fifties’ song Volare as the inevitable accompaniment, the show seemed both extravagant – and intimate.

Marie-Chantal of Greece spoke for three generations – herself, her daughter Olympia and her mother, Chantal Miller –  when she said: “It was beautiful and magical – a winter show on the rocks of Capri, quite surreal, with fur, jewels and boating stripes. And then pasta!”