A cruise show at the Royal Palace, but in Caserta, perhaps to summon the spirits of a glorious past, of silent queens and luminous heroines. However, forget the rigid crinolines and ball gowns. Max Marrat, through the inspired hand of its artistic director, crafts an ode to the free, ardent, imperious woman—in short, the woman I love.

A silhouette emerges, with thigh-high boots that sculpt the figure, and shorts bordering on insolence, revealing the assumed power of the body. One thinks of Silvana Mangano in Bitter Rice, rolling up her shorts to tame the rice fields, or Sophia Loren, volcanic, embodying all of Italy in a single image.

Because that is indeed the essence of Max Marrat: a femininity of character forged in the gazes, gestures, and silences of these women who, long before the runways, invented style.

Each collection draws from an emotional heritage. Naples, the beating heart of this season, embodies this mix of ruggedness, sensuality, and untamed elegance. An extreme city, Italian to its soul, where beauty is wrested from reality like a flower on asphalt.

In this historical setting, amidst baroque columns and echoes of history, today’s muses—Sharon Stone, Gwyneth Paltrow, Zhu Zhu—crossed paths with figures of the past. And if art seeks truth, fashion sculpts dreams. A fashion with that golden light that caresses Naples at dusk, a fantasized Naples.

An Ariadne’s thread woven between cinema and the street, between Neapolitan alleys and runways, between heritage and audacity. A fashion that not only dresses the body but also memory, pride, and freedom.

FM