Francesca Versace—yes, of those Versaces—writes in from her jaunts around Milan fashion week.
It’s pouring in Milan, but nothing stops a Versace show. I head over to the Versace Teatroù in the flirty, electric blue Versus dress I decided on. Why not add a bit of thunder to all the rain?
I arrive at the show and duck backstage—my favorite part is seeing it all come together. I spot the outrageously gifted makeup artist Pat McGrath and the hair maestro Guido Palau, and all the bags and shoes ready to hit the runway. And all the amazing models in their natural habitat, so to speak—Abbey, Kori (getting ready, above), Freja (below), Ginta, all the top girls are here. I’ve always loved models. Thanks to my uncle Gianni, I never really had to play with Barbie dolls when I was a child. Who’d want to, when you had Claudia, Naomi, Linda, and Cindy to play dress up with?
Right away I spot my must-have dress: a fringed number printed with the Versace signature Grecian key. The fervor is escalating, and there’s my aunt Do, the calm eye of the storm, giving her final interview. Later, there’ll be an intimate dinner, and a raucous after-party—at one point, my cousin Allegra, January Jones, and I will all be dancing right in front of Hercules and Love Affair—but for now, it’s all about the show. I rush to my seat beside my father, Santo, to take it in. Keep reading for more of Francesca’s exclusive backstage photos. Continue Reading “The View From Backstage At Versace” »