Welcome and ciao to Milan Fashion Week, where the fact that the sun IS actually shining is by-the-by since shades are worn indoors, outdoors at night and underneath one's scooter helmet. Standing outside a fashion show here, ticketless, is a nasty state to find oneself in, so I'm relieved that on arrival this morning everything seems to be in order for the week ahead. Milan is about big budget shows and the high-spec invitations usually give you a clue about the collection that follows. The D&G invite suggested a spectrum of colour, indicating futurism and neon shades. In fact the show was 70s prints, denim bellbottoms and frillier than a Bournemouth B&B. The big teases!