Magliano stages acoustically what it holds most dear: the elegance of the provincia (outskirts), drawing on those shameless codes that render it lyrically rather than geographically.
What emerges is an anthology of the brand’s work, where wardrobe classics born out of necessity and urgency stand out — one that forgoes etiquette:
a vernacular more universal than one might imagine
In the brand’s signature, scarves and organza traverse coats as if engulfed by fog or thick breath. A visual crasis that speaks of a design infatuated with cinematic gesture instills new poetic functionalities onto clothes like the taxi jacket,
for those who linger in the cold night.
Twisting, strangling trousers disobey those who wear them. In this fight, belt pieces and sartorial fragments — elements that concern the waist — turn into relics trying to resist a karmic scrambling.
Tartan, quintessentially folk, drapes heroic bodies. A certain utilitarian gaze is directed toward tropical polyester, made more complex by intricate finishes that mimic shearling, stressing an organic nature.
Crystalware and bunches of keys are offered as images printed on silk: two extremes suggesting a longing for preciousness and the need for a
safe space — in a word: Home.
Shetland, Harris tweed, and mohair are the favored materials: offering moments of pulp color in the form of 90s tailleur and twin sets. A luxury that forgoes its quiet self in favour of being rough and agitated.
Magliano stages acoustically what it holds most dear: the elegance of the
provincia (outskirts), drawing on those shameless codes that render it lyrically
rather than geographically.
What emerges is an anthology of the brand’s work, where wardrobe classics born out
of necessity and urgency stand out — one that forgoes etiquette:
a vernacular more universal than one might imagine
In the brand’s signature, scarves and organza traverse coats as if engulfed by fog
or thick breath. A visual crasis that speaks of a design infatuated with cinematic
gesture instills new poetic functionalities onto clothes like the taxi jacket,
for those who linger in the cold night.
Twisting, strangling trousers disobey those who wear them. In this fight, belt pieces
and sartorial fragments — elements that concern the waist — turn into relics
trying to resist a karmic scrambling.
Tartan, quintessentially folk, drapes heroic bodies. A certain utilitarian gaze is directed toward tropical polyester, made more complex
by intricate finishes that mimic shearling, stressing an organic nature.
Crystalware and bunches of keys are offered as images printed on silk: two extremes suggesting a longing for preciousness and the need for a safe space — in a word: Home.
Shetland, Harris tweed, and mohair are the favored materials: offering moments of
pulp color in the form of 90s tailleur and twin sets. A luxury that forgoes its quiet self in favourof being rough and agitated.
