Emma Brooks attended the Blumarine fashion show in Milan on September 26, 2025, wearing a fur-trimmed coat and embellished skirt.
Emma Brooks arrived at Blumarine’s Milan show dressed in a look that felt both sharp and unruly. Black sheer top, words visible across it, paired with a skirt glittering with embellishments, slit high enough to catch every step. Over it, a coat trimmed in fur, heavy, almost melodramatic even.
Silver heels flashed against the cobblestones, metallic handbag clutched tight. The industrial backdrop — machinery, pipes, rough textures — clashed with the sparkle, but that clash gave the scene its bite. Fashion against grit. Glamour against steel.
There’s something awkward in the mix. The coat too heavy, the slit too daring, the silver too loud. And yet, together, they worked. A lavish mess turned into theatre. Brooks leaned into the excess, let the imperfections breathe.
Not just an event look. A vignette of front row fashion, drawn in fur and glitter, where style is spectacle, grit, and personality all at once.
Emma Brooks attended the Roberto Cavalli fashion show in Milan on September 25, 2025, carrying a bold yellow handbag.
Emma Brooks stepped into Cavalli’s Milan show framed by serpents, the logo curling behind her like a metallic snarl. Black dress, sleeveless, cutouts slicing down the front, hem flaring into a mermaid sweep. It clung, it carved, it demanded attention.
And then — the handbag. Yellow, loud, snake-shaped handles twisting into gold. Foolish glamour, maybe, but unforgettable. She held it like a weapon, bright against the darkness of the dress. Shoes black, sharp, steady.
Emma Brooks attended the Dolce & Gabbana fashion show in Milan on September 27, 2025, carrying a burgundy handbag.
Emma Brooks stepped into Milan with a look that felt both severe and elegant. Black coat, buttoned, collar high, pockets sharp. It swallowed her frame in structure, a kind of frozen grit. And then — the handbag. Burgundy, glossy, Dolce & Gabbana stamped in gold. A flash of richness against the dark.
She held it low, casual, but the bag carried its own weight. Price, prestige, presence. The kind of accessory that turns a street corner into a stage. The backdrop — car parked, walls yellow and white — ordinary, almost dull. Which made the contrast sharper.
