Alessandra Facchinetti has done in Valentino what it does best, a collection correct, without exaggerations and the talk but nobody outside of the sickness if their entry into the world, the real world of elegance, the fashion for the big door as a signature Valentino. A collection that no one would, no publisher would, no red carpet and never highlight among the tide of wearing a walkway. Alessandra and its collection moves, a quiet beauty, a nuance indecipherable makes a discreet entry into Valentino. A more commercial Valentino, mute, silent and absorbed before which nobody portray knees but at the future that awaits him, commercial future, a future, at least; encryption. But at least the blood of Valentino still awaited, latent, the explosion of fury and retains the elegance of the creator; the last couturier.
The sixty-six coats that made the legendary genius Valentino was reinvented, lose the target, returning to mourning and put a mediocre chocolate brown satin. That pledge is seeking to sell the "voucher for the day and night" but always rests in the closet for too arranged for the day and too casual in the evening. Facchinetti should be told that the brown and black colors are only suitable for Dior Monsieur.
The collection of Alessandra is perfect. Well, perfect from the economic point of view. Valentino will be the next mark of clones, Valentino will be the next commercial. Soon sheets will Valentino. Well, a round of applause for Facchinetti and a council: Ladies of the city are what you want, this fashionista lover of luxury, a sober and austere, shape and cut, the legacy of quality and luxury fascinating face of decadence and the vain glory. The rock star, socialities and celebrities have no place in Valentino and, of course, do not in the Old Valentino. What we need to know, ladies and gentlemen is that Valentino has a new tyrant and is not Facchinetti, is the man in the gray suit.