Those who know how to read Marni collections, from the experience of encountering them in a store, know it’s not head-to-toe prescriptive: You get in and you play and you integrate. That’s what the opening white-to-beige-to-buttermilk section looked like—a modular composition of tops, skirts, coats, and pants, variously wrapped and tied with threaded-through nautical rope. The hip-widening poacher-pocket bags (a classic man-scarer) were optional strap ons.
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