Francesca Monte is wearing a collection of garments that I neither like, nor understand, at the Giffoni Film Festival and I’ve truly never been happier nor felt more fulfilled as a person! It’s like a lace bodysuit, a regular Wacoal bra, a Units skirt enlivened with a train, and a shirt that someone decided to crop and then went WAY overboard on, like when you try to trim your bangs after six glasses of wine. The combination REALLY feels like she and her stylist forgot how clothes work during quarantine and (a) same, and (b) THANK YOU.
