FALL WINTER TWO THOUSAND AND SEVENTEEN

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The ottod’Ame Fall Winter is one day long and marked by light slowly giving way to the sensuality of darkness.
The collection FW17 is an invitation to escape in a house where time becomes the fourth dimension to live and interpret, and where to enjoy the taste of every single moment.
Mornings smell of biscuits, flounces and trimmings, coffee with milk and chocolate.
Noon is time for complicity, lengths’ overlays and bows. Afternoon is the right time for a tea and small talks. Blah, blah, blah stroking your cat in a coat that becomes a gown. It’s time to get ready for the night, full of expectations in its golden reflections with a wink to fringes and transparencies.
The night runs wild, flowing like silk in a soft, velvet embrace. Tulle and leather, tobacco and black colors, glares become more and more rarefied.
The pink nuances over the horizon leave no doubts: it’s dawn. The long dress caresses the floor, a pomegranate juice in your hands: the magic and powerful elixir.
It’s ottod’Ame time.
Striving to get lost and craving to find yourself again.
HAVE A LOOK AT THE SHOTS FROM THE COLLECTION

HAVE A LOOK AT THE SHOTS FROM THE COLLECTION

FALL WINTER TWO THOUSAND AND SEVENTEEN

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A breath in a glimpse, the fourth dimension: time. MADAME (CLAIRE) LOOK

THE STORY

“Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? Have you ever imagined you were someone else?” The magic quietness of Claire’s soul is shaken by these questions, while outside it’s raining. She can feel the strong sensation of a dimension never addressed, and the courage is deserting in the mystery’s transparency.

“Tell me and ironically give me a new identity.” She answers, inspired by this intimate narration that is spurting like the stories you can invent one after the other without any effort. Bored by the everyday rhythms, she lights up another cigarette and starts thinking about habits. The habit to visit that house. Madame swears to herself she has been there many times. Together with someone or alone. To see, encounter and play. However, today it’s not the same. There are only signs left, tracks of people arriving and leaving. Comings and departures. Evenings spent to imagine dreams that will hardly come true. All the rooms have stories to tell, which at that time seemed possible to become reality. Stories on the colorful, now faded and stripped walls. Now the present has completely different shades. This apartment as a mystery that so many people tried to solve. What kind of alchemy happened there, what’s the kind of magic of those walls?
Read the story

THE LOOKS

SUN RISES AND FALLS IN MY EYES

I play to imagine a new me, every time. Different from what I am and from what I was.
DISCOVER THE LOOKS OF THE COLLECTION

THE LOOKS

SUN RISES AND FALLS IN MY EYES

THE BACKSTAGE

BEHIND THE SCENES OF THE FW17 COLLECTION