This week's Dolce & Gabbana's Winter 2016 runway show featured one of the world's most coveted and sometimes elusive "accessories", baby bumps and charming little tots.
What I've always loved about Dolce & Gabbana's campaigns is the sense of life conveyed thought their imagery. There's an amazing sense of mise-en-scene in even the magazine ads that makes me feel like I could jump straight into the page and join a raucous Italian debate on the cobblestone streets of some charming city or another. See some of my favorite examples below.
Fashion is meant to be worn and it becomes a part of our lives, the shirt we wore when we met our husband, the scarf we draped to warm a baby and of course the treasured christening, prom and wedding gowns that can be passed through the generations. Fashion can remind us of these moments of pure joy, heartbreak and all of life's beautiful, messy moments.
On the catwalk, this sense of Life was taken in quite a literal sense with a pregnant Bianca Balti strutting alongside models escorting their children down the runway.
Like the print ads I love so much, there was most certainly a feeling of joy. Models were smiling (or at least looking pleasant) as they glided down the runway. A nice departure from the typical straight faced, ultra serious nonsense that the fashion world is known for.
And yet, I can't help but be just a little bit irked by the whole thing.
True, the models were carrying their own children (thank goodness the babes weren't hired hands carefully cast to be "on brand"). But the children and belly bump somehow still feel like props to me. In an industry that celebrates "losing the baby weight" and "getting back one's figure" it seems disingenuous and unfair to walk a pregnant model down the runway. Yes, being a mommy is very on trend at the moment but her pregnancy isn't what's being celebrated, it's that she maintains her glamorous looks in spite of her pregnancy. But since when did we ever look to Fashion for a dose of reality?
In the interest of full disclosure, I ought to mention that I'm five months pregnant with baby number two. I am perhaps slightly grumpy as I'm starting to enter the "what the heck am I going to wear for the next four months" phase of my pregnancy. Designers have completely overlooked pregnant women, save for the occasional Marni moo-moo. Otherwise, it's nothing but poly blends, horizontal stripes and cutesy empire waists.
Dolce & Gabbana, I urge you: hook a mama up.