by Alexander Fury .

Milan Menswear: We've Only Just Begun

It's Milan, it's June, I am bleary-eyed at 1pm CET and drowning under a sea of paper. It must be the spring menswear collections! Here's is the customary dodgy cameraphone snap of our invite haul, the muted shades of which maybe say something about the collections ahead - I've got three (and counting) in nifty woodgrain effect, so looks like we'll be going 'au naturale' for spring. We'll be covering some twenty-five shows over the next four days with the sterling help of the wonderful Valerio Mezzanotti photographic team of NOWFASHION.COM. We have a relatively modest half-dozen today, including Roberto Cavalli, Burberry, Jil Sander and Dolce e Gabbana. The latter is our first stop, the invite is a laser-fretted paper palimpsest that resembles prince-of-wales check and comes with a pamphlet about Dolce's latest book, chronicling David Gandy. I'm not quite sure what it's chronicling about him, but I'm guessing the image to text ratio will be disproportionate to say the least. That's never a word that could be used to describe Mr. Gandy, the nearest we've come to a male supermodel since the good old days of Van Der Loo and Schenkenberg. He'll be walking (and maybe even talking!) at the Dolce show in about an hour. Better get my skates on...