Donatella Versace said that her new season designs were indebted to street culture. These things are relative. It's not the average provincial thoroughfare that is likely to witness the sexed up spectacle of a woman dressed in a low-slung glittering black circle skirt with denim back pockets and a belt with a chrome Medusa-head buckle the size of a saucer or indeed a silk 'heavy metal' T-shirt featuring a signature Baroque print, the words I AM A FAN and a panel of metal mesh cut to mimic the shape of a bandana.
On a catwalk and against a backdrop painted a violent shade that fell somewhere between chartreuse and lime, out came oversized leather biker jackets, skinny jeans with gleaming silver hook and eye fastenings snaking down their front seams and floral print ruched hotpants with more T-shirts to match that would stop the traffic - and then some - such was their brevity.
If the bodyconscious organza columns in lilac or black worn for evening might have introduced a softer element, this was toughened up also by more heavy metal - this time chunky chains. They were far from demure given the slashes that exposed a flash of flesh at the hip, say, or a skinny midriff.
Clearly these are not clothes aimed at the shy. Instead there is a brazen, in-your-face glamour to Versace that is directed at a highly specific customer who is as confident in her body as she is certain of her power.
'I wanted everything to effortless with the attitude of the street,' Ms Versace argued. 'This is a real woman. A luxury woman. A Versace woman.'