Roberto Cavalli doesn't really do 'trends'. Regardless of what other designers may be thinking or, to use the lingo of the fashion world, 'feeling' Cavalli will always forge his own inimitable path. Its what his very many fans know and love.
This season he was on the hippy trail - and therefore Cavalli was doing soft. His gypsy vibe, however, was miles away from the harsh, dirty reality of itinerant life - think Talitha Getty in layers of couture afghans and you're closer to the world Cavalli was conjuring up. He had a valiant stab at day to open, with floaty harem trousers bound in at the ankle under intricately worked furs or chopped-up and embellished tailoring. Round the neck he slung half-a-dozen artfully distressed peasant scarves, dangling a few dozen fox and racoon tails - more of the same flung in stoles over their shoulders.
But by look three he'd already sent out a pair of sequinned dhoti trews, and we knew the Cavalli Camp would be mainly trekking after dark - and probably only from nightclub to nightclub. His plissÃƒÂ© chiffons and lace in washed-out baby pastels looked demure from the front, until you saw the back - bound precariously to tanned flesh with shoestring straps, they lunged below the lumbar dimples. This may seem an odd proposal for night, but the Cavalli girl likes to show off what she's got - that is the health of her body and her bank account. It was your basic rich nomad look. We've seen it dozen of times before, but Cavalli's was convincing, as always - and with an emphasis on the rich. Beads traced an elaborate pattern across the back of a shearling jacket, while ocelot, crocodile and tapestry clashed - all in a single hardy knapsack. If the Cavalli girl is a hunter-gatherer, she's only likely to be gathering her jewels together, or hunting for her next conquest. And who can blame Cavalli for wanting to indulge her? It's money in the bank.