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“When I first began in this profession, lace carried a ceremonious allure, and I was criticized for daring to profane it by pairing it with sportier pieces,” said Ermanno Scervino backstage. His show opened with the voice of Mina in “Sacumdì Sacumdà”: “One day the devil meets me in the street and says, ‘Come along, no one will see. I have everything you need.’” The lyrics seemed to mirror Scervino’s vision perfectly. He knows what his women want. “When I create, I always ask myself why someone should choose to wear my clothes, and I imagine how she wants to feel when she gets dressed,” he said. “This collection contains everything I love,” he added. “The constant is creating harmony where none exists.” If he succeeds time and again, it is because he handles fabrics and craftsmanship with mastery. Donegal tweed was transformed into denim. Knitwear was reconceived as outerwear, cut with the sartorial precision of a car coat. The tailored suit became pajamas in featherlight yet structured pashmina. Tartan was rendered as an illusion in weightless worsted wool. Technical nylon jackets were lined with loden or astrakhan—sportswear elevated to a level of refinement. Sweaters, when paired with gold lace mermaid skirts, had an unmistakably evening allure.