Versace Resort 2011

Few designers truly embody the essence of resort collections—fantasies of summer whilst in the dead of winter (snowed in, no less) and the acknowledgment of wearability all the while projecting some dream destination. While I do admire the conceptual, the survival of a brand counts upon marketability. Wearability. Would the everyday woman pack a pair of fire-engine red harem pants which draw all eyes to her, uh, crotch, to Europe? (Givenchy, ahem.) Probably not.

Versace, on the other hand, is a whole other story. I’ve always loved their idea of womanly sensuality: incredibly sexy, but never contrived. Donatella designs for the sexpot. She who wears Versace is the Marilyn Monroe and Brigitte Bardot of the modern day.

Perhaps boring to some, but I suppose to the less adventurous (I prefer the description “appreciation for timelessness”), Versace has delivered a not only cohesive collection, but a covetable one as well. I want to play in it. The collection, that is. Romp around through European towns and cities by day, visit a club by night. I could also stop by the office in between; after all, business and pleasure often go hand in hand.

It’s truly a shame that women no longer dress in just-above-the-knee-length skirts or dresses, choosing instead micro-mini’s. Not that there’s anything wrong with that in particular—mini skirts sometimes can elongate my legs, but truth is, I often find that women sacrifice modesty with such lengths. I miss appropriate lengths. After all, leaving more to the imagination—though counterintuitive so it seems—work more so in our favor. ‘Tis all about leaving the men wanting more.  I adore anything sexy that retains an element of sexappeal – not simply sex itself – and for my particular body shape & size (über petite with an hourglass silhouette) this collection is pretty much perfect. Lengths that hit just above the knee or mid-thigh are what lengthen, all the while hiding my non-supermodel legs.

I adore the sixties throwback – that carefree homage to iconic sexbombs clad in cocktail dresses and blazers sans undergarments. It’s perhaps one of my favorite time periods, with the twenties/early thirties following suit. Voluminous, slept-in bouffants, hair pinned half-up-half-down, an unassuming swipe of eyeliner and brown-nude lipstick. It’s the futuristic meets tribute to a favorite time period. Understated sex kittenish with a nod to the optimism of pop art, all in a cohesive, resort-y palette of orange, bright whites, mint, lilac, and aqua.

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