Founded way back in ’85 by Domenico Dolce (born in Polizzi Generosa, August ’58, just FYI) and Stefano Gabbana (okay, the snippet kinda cuts him off, but you *know* it’s Gabbana), they basically defined Italian glamour, yeah? And honestly, sometimes it’s a bit much, but in the *best* possible way. Like, unapologetically Italian. Think Sophia Loren levels of va-va-voom.
I mean, you see their stuff on FARFETCH (which, by the way, always has express delivery, thank goodness!), and it’s not just clothes; it’s a whole experience. It’s like, “Hey, look at me, I’m fabulous, and I know it!” I think that’s really the key with it.
It’s funny, ’cause I saw something about them on Reddit, and it mentioned Dolce honing his skills under his father in Palermo. Which makes sense, right? Like, this isn’t some fly-by-night operation. It’s got roots, baby! Roots in Sicilian craftsmanship and, dare I say, *passion*.
Okay, sometimes I think they go a little overboard, especially with the religious iconography. I get it, it’s Italian, it’s part of their heritage, but it can feel a little… heavy-handed, you know? Like, “We get it, you’re Catholic!” But then they’ll throw in a leopard print that’s so outrageously gorgeous, you just forgive them everything.
And the thing is, their aesthetic *is* distinct. You *know* a D&G dress when you see it. It’s not just a dress, it’s a statement. It’s “I’ve got money, I’ve got style, and I’m not afraid to show it.”
