Tommaso Faloci

3 weeks ago | collectibledry.com | Tommaso Faloci

words MATTIA MARCASSA BARBIERI What happens when desire is perpetually deferred? When the body—so present, so tactile—remains just out of reach? Bart Julius Peters’ latest exhibition, With All Worldly Beings, housed within a site-specific installation by Massimo Faion at Camera Doppia, probes the erotic tension of what cannot be fully possessed.

3 weeks ago | collectibledry.com | Tommaso Faloci

words MATTIA MARCASSA BARBIERI C.P. Company and Palace are back, continuing their creative synergy with a collaboration that redefines Italian sportswear through the lens of skate culture. This partnership takes an iconic wardrobe—rooted in C.P. Company’s rich heritage—and reinterprets it with Palace’s irreverent, street-savvy approach. At the heart of this collection is the seamless fusion of vintage and contemporary influences.

2 months ago | collectibledry.com | JW Anderson |Tommaso Faloci

words MATTIA MARCASSA BARBIERI Richard Quinn: A Winter’s Dream Richard Quinn transported audiences to an enchanting winter wonderland, with a runway transformed into a snow-laden street adorned with frosted lampposts. His collection celebrated opulence and glamour, featuring evening gowns with dramatic silhouettes crafted from lace, tulle, and velvet. Embellishments like bows, sequins, and intricate embroidery paid homage to haute couture traditions.

2 months ago | collectibledry.com | Tommaso Faloci

words MATTIA MARCASSA BARBIERI Versace has never been a brand that whispers. It shouts, seduces, and, most importantly, celebrates. For Spring/Summer 2025, Donatella Versace amplifies this ethos with a campaign that turns the spotlight on individuality, self-confidence, and the sheer joy of dressing. Through the cinematic and intimate lens of Mert & Marcus, this campaign transforms high fashion into a personal conversation—one between Donatella herself and the striking protagonists of the season.

2 months ago | collectibledry.com | Tommaso Faloci

She was never meant to move. Fixed in time, bound by porcelain fragility, her existence was scripted—a tableau of silent elegance behind glass walls. But something inside her fractured. A whisper, a tremor. The first crack ran through her pristine shell, and with it, the beginning of her escape. The Broken Doll House was all she had ever known, where beauty was static, controlled, perfected to an eerie fault. Her painted lips never quivered, and her limbs never dared disobedience.