Heaven & Hell

February 12, 2019

Prisca Franchetti got philosophical for Fall 2019, using fashion as a medium to explore the dichotomy between our inner-workings and the exterior we project to the rest of the world. Honing in on the emotive and expressionary abilities of clothing, the designer presented a line that was as stylish as it was complex.

The collection was colored by contradiction—sporty yet sophisticated, moody yet playful, sultry yet sweet, while simultaneously keeping in stride with the label’s signature strong femininity. This season also marked the launch of PRISCAvera’s first made-in-Italy knitwear line, featuring sweaters and blanket scarves, pieces that added another element of contrast to the existing sexy evening-wear aesthetic.

Text by Kennedy Fairfax
Photos by Sara Julia Waller

In the true spirit of juxtaposition, the runway itself could best be described as an mingling of electric colors and stark neutrals (or heaven and hell, as Franchetti put it), a clever alteration in palette that served to accentuate the distinctive energy each shade emanated.

From the slinky slip dresses paired with Nike sneakers, to the sporty separates and sophisticated evening wear that seamlessly transitioned from day to night, Franchetti was truly able to strike that delicate balance of light a dark, soft a hard, sweet but sexy.

See some photos from backstage, below.

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