Doja Demand, V-V-Vanessa and Deadwyler Ding

Doja Cat in Entire Studios. ’24. Playing on the cat, Doja gives furry feline, in an in-your-face two-piece purrfect for the Coachella deserts. Or for its main stage. Here, Doja arguably reduces herself to a cat, stripped down, one step away from furballs, though simultaneously upping the ante in unexpected textures. The vibe: “I’ve put…

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Doja Cat in Entire Studios. ’24.

Playing on the cat, Doja gives furry feline, in an in-your-face two-piece purrfect for the Coachella deserts. Or for its main stage.

Here, Doja arguably reduces herself to a cat, stripped down, one step away from furballs, though simultaneously upping the ante in unexpected textures.

The vibe: “I’ve put thought into my outfit to get others thinking”. For what benefit could playing with textures bring, it’s certainly not fun ensnared by heavy fabric mid-desert, but the look’s entertainment at very least, an avenue for the audience to consider alt-textiles.

The morale, if it were to exist: Doja’s unencumbered entertainment, giving herself to the audience.

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Vanessa Hudgens in Alberta Feretti. ’24.

Nothing spells custom more than diaphanous black fitted to baby. Vanessa accessorises her belly, subtly, in sheer black.

The look is guaranteed modest when preggers: given instinctual draw to babyhood, the collective eye sticks to a conventionally unsexy baby belly. Framing it, without competing for attention, is custom Alberta (Ferretti).

Indeed, the designer brands Mediterranean style, itself natural, feminine vivacious, inherently motherly;  Vanessa’s hair oozing into voluminous but easy-wear sleeves, contributes the cascading feminine portrait, from crown to belly to red carpet.

And those earrings, bold gold, a break from black, some traditional though memorable nod to glamour.

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Danielle Deadwyler in Prada. ’25.

Surprising, but Prada does baby pink deliciously. Prada’s always a bit left-of-centre, here: by the cut-out-gown; those gloves suggesting a caricature of the trad dress. But maybe that’s key to the look- blending powerful femininity with the bizarre- a little girl’s whimsy.

And yet this is easily recognisable as red carpet dressing; the A-line silhouette, capped by a train; and the cut-outs, conservative in organza panels. Complex any?

That’s the delight of Prada, a statement, which we’re unclear on: a subversion, at least, of adult dressing into frivolity and innocence.

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