My first Magazine Vogue_USA__June_2017 | Page 141

Marni’s expansive, columned show space on Viale Umbria in Milan was dense with expectation on the morning of Febru- ary 26: After 22 years, Consuelo Castiglioni had retired from the house she’d founded and nurtured, one with an almost cultishly devoted fan base, and her assembled fans and the at- tendant press were gathered to see how Francesco Risso—a 34-year-old designer barely known outside Milanese fashion circles and the newly appointed creative director of Marni— would add to her legacy. Castiglioni made Marni by translating her own instinc- tively hewn, unconventional femininity into modernist, faintly bohemian, and utterly anti-bourgeois furs, florals, extravagantly casual silhouettes, and accessories that sub- verted the gaze of the male eye. These were pieces for women who didn’t look to define themselves by sex appeal—who were sophisticated enough to play with both feminine and feminist stereotypes. How would this man handpicked by Marni owner Renzo Rosso to succeed Castiglioni articulate his own voice within this heady framework? The collection started in ebb, eventually flowed, and then, near the finale, flourished before Risso emerged to take his post-show bow wearing an artfully frayed 1940s cowboy shirt, baggy straight-leg pants, and the Jack Purcells he lives in. Afterward, with no shortage of opinions from the gathered crowd, perhaps only one thing was certain: At first glance, Risso’s Marni seemed a different beast entirely from Castiglioni’s. A few weeks earlier, Risso is seated at a table in his favorite pasticceria, Cucchi, on Milan’s Corso Genova, alongside a vitrine displaying a pair of high heels and a handbag made of chocolate. We are around the corner from the apartment he has shared with Lawrence Steele, a Virginia-born designer, since they got together in 2008: a 1930s penthouse with a sprawling terrace furnished with exotic plants and trees—a “beautiful jungle,” as Risso puts it, twisting the ringlets of his copper-hued hair, before launching into his almost cinemati- cally baroque backstory. Risso was born in Alghero, Sardinia, in 1982, and until he was four lived and meandered across the Mediterranean with his mother and father on their sailboat, the Tartar. “I was a baby on a boat—my crib was tied between two masts,” Risso says. A love of adventure—or a kind of free-spirited wanderlust—seems to run in the family: Later, Risso shows me a blurred photo of his father, also named Francesco, 136 galloping down a beach on horseback, dragging a boy (Risso is not sure who) on water skis behind him, while Risso’s grandmother on his father’s side was found—only after her death—to have owned a secret house in Jamaica where she’d run off to every August, telling anybody who asked that she’d been in Europe with a friend. Eventually the family settled on dry land in Genoa, where they lived a big, rumbustious life. Risso was enthralled by fashion early: When he was eight, he began cutting up his parents’ clothes to see how they were made, and at the age of sixteen he left home to study fashion—first in Florence at Polimoda, then at FIT in New York, and finally to London and Central Saint Martins for his masters. Once graduated, he worked for Anna Molinari at Blu- marine in Carpi for two years before joining Alessandro Dell’Acqua in Milan. In 2008—four years after he arrived in the city—Risso transferred to Prada, working first as a knitwear designer before being promoted to a kind of senior lieutenant of womenswear. His eyes widening, Risso describes working with Miuccia Prada for nearly a decade as “surfing for the mind”—which is why taking the decision to accept an offer from Renzo Rosso to replace Castiglioni was, he says, so profoundly jarring: “It was very deep, and very emotional—especially when it came to telling Mrs. Prada. I burst into tears! Working there was the most stimulating, intense, creative adventure.” When Castiglioni told Rosso that she wanted to step away from Marni, Rosso began a broad search for her replace- ment. “I was looking at some very important names in the fashion industry,” Rosso says, “but the more I looked, the more I knew I had to find someone really young and modern. Francesco and I started to talk—for a long time—about a vi- sion for Marni: line by line, including shoes, accessories, bags, ready-to-wear, the stores, the advertising. And we started to feel together—we were in love with what we wanted to do for the future of Marni.” Risso brings to his own adventure at the house an energy and an eccentric spirit that jibe nicely with its history. “I was always a passionate client—I love the sense of playfulness and dynamism in the colors, the prints, and the decorations,” he says. “To me, Marni is a temple of playfulness—and I love that it is intelligent and against stereotypes. I want to fight to keep that—it is so important.”