Even the high priestesses of hedonistic glamour behind The Attico aren’t immune to the occasional bout of style uncertainty. They too occasionally tumble into that universal existential fashion crisis: being all dressed up with absolutely nowhere to go. “That was the mood of the summer collection,” they said.
Imagine slipping into a see-through sequined number and stilettos engineered to spike heart rates, and crowning it all with a headdress boasting more feathers than a Folies Bergère showgirl, only to travel from your dressing room to the kitchen. It happens. Maybe you’ve just ditched an embarrassing boyfriend. Maybe you’re indulging your inner diva. In true Attico spirit, being overdressed for real life is proof that you’re living slightly above it, like being early to the future, already prepped for a fabulous party whose invitation hasn’t yet been sent.
The collection’s cast of characters, as imagined by designers Gilda Ambrosio and Giorgia Tordini, treat eccentricity as a second skin. If you’ve consigned yourself to staying in, even the kitchen countertop becomes a stage. Picture it: you’re flipping an omelette wrapped in a hulking black leather blouson tossed over a billowing taffeta mini. The silhouette is gloriously impractical, which is precisely the point. And because subtlety is so passé, you top it off with a glittering, Gatsby-worthy headpiece. Domesticity, but make it dazzlingly over the (kitchen counter-) top.
The Attico duo have perfected the charm of the intentionally undone. How else to explain a slinky, see-through stretch tube midi skirt sequined like a disco ball and trimmed with plumes, deliberately thrown off balance by a tough, oversized zippered suede blouson? Or a hard-edged black leather waistcoat squaring off against a ballerina skirt?
And then there are the thigh-high black leather boots doing the work of trousers, teamed with a white slip dress whipped into a Pavlova-grade pouf skirt. The masquerade bird-of-paradise headdresses, punctuating the collection like gleeful exclamation points, only amplify The Attico’s curated provocation. The collection was christened The Dream Party You Never Attended. Anything is possible, of course, but let’s be honest: an Attico girl doesn’t stay home scrambling eggs. She dresses to seduce. Even the omelette wouldn’t stand a chance.
