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 Diesel fashion show in Milan on September 23, 2025, wearing a gradient dress with denim boots.
Emma Brooks arrived at Diesel’s Milan show smiling, sunglasses catching the reflection of the city around her. The dress — white fading into gray, sleek, sleeveless — clung with a kind of frozen glamour. And then the boots. Denim, slouchy, almost careless. Foolish glamour, maybe, but striking.
She carried a ruched handbag, dark brown, oversized, heavy against her shoulder. It looked more like luggage than accessory, but that weight gave the outfit its imbalance, its charm. A lavish mess turned into theatre.
There’s something raw in the mix. The dress too refined, the boots too casual, the bag too large. Yet together, they worked. Bombastic at the same time as understated. Brooks leaned into the awkwardness, let the imperfections breathe.
Not just an event look. A vignette of front row fashion, drawn in gradient fabric and denim, where style is contradiction, grit, and personality all at once.
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.
