Browsing through an album is like caressing an immaterial patina that relegates even something from just yesterday to the realm of memory. Photographs from the 2000s and those from the 1970s behave in the same relentless way: impossible to tell whether what is deteriorating is the medium itself, the eye of the beholder, or the very atmosphere surrounding things that no-longer-are.
This summer, Magliano steps into a torrid, sticky memory: an unfinished concrete wall or a cleared dining table before which one can surrender to sublime boredom.
The minimal becomes fascination: scarves and handkerchiefs rediscovered - the degree zero of the fashion object - gain three-dimensionality when tucked into belts, collars, and bras. The knot remains an unmistakable signature born out of necessity.
Former hardware nails become crosses through silver welding, workshop-made artifacts transformed into technical talismans pagan, Gothic, Mediterranean.
Heavily stitched knit jackets evoke the languid elegance of certain 70s intellectuals. Jersey fabrics, especially its polyester ribbed or floral versions, reveal the body with a compact, close-fitting presence.
Elastic elegance continues through the collaboration with Diadora, which approaches the world of running from a raw, rough perspective.
Running sets in crêpe de chine wrestle preciousness with dirty tie-dye while vintage tracksuits make the post-workout look an irresistible essential. The daintiness of the original Equipe style hugs the sculptural Mythos sole.
Heat and urgency are manifested in short sleeves, permanently frozen as they roll up, appearing on both shirts and double-breasted jackets. Workwear infiltrates the tuxedo when tops and bottoms intertwine at the waist.
Transparent tartan outerwear can be folded back through misplaced cufflink systems that crumple the lapels.
Carrera eyewear completes the looks with its iconic shapes: nuanced silhouettes flirt between day and night, tireless witnesses to timeless sunrises.
