Sportmax cuts through the Max Mara Group’s polished offerings with a more daring, forward-pitched energy. While grounded in everyday function, the brand tries to push beyond convention—the tailoring is somehow experimental, silhouettes are skewed and amplified, materials researched with sharp intent. It’s less about trends, more about friction: structure vs. fluidity, precision vs. instinct. The result echoes the sculptural intelligence of Phoebe Philo, the offbeat elegance of Dries van Noten, and the stealth luxury of The Row—a lexicon of style that’s as thoughtful as it is visceral.
The resort collection was built on tension—transparency clashed with sharp, constructed forms, and lightness was engineered. Lace was sculpted into assertive two-piece sets featuring wide, architectural trousers and boxy, square-cut tops. Polka-dot sarong dresses were twisted and cinched in instinctive, soft-sculptural gestures that molded to the body without constraint.
Sleeveless jackets revealed backs gathered in graphic plissé, tethered by thin metallic straps that recalled industrial fastenings. Denim was given a sartorial edge, cut into voluminous banana-leg trousers and paired with shrunken, second-skin tops that clung with calibrated intent. Proportions were pushed to the extreme: round-leg cargos ballooned to almost surreal scale, trumpet flares erupted and pooled emphatically at the hem, and high-cuffed jeans brought a raw twist. The so-called Sleep-to-Street pieces delivered a softer yet grounded alternative: lace-encrusted slip dresses were layered over wide-leg, boyish trousers; languid pajama sets slyly subverted the classic power suit—feminine, but definitely not fragile.
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