While the guys might have been wearing studded leather biker jackets and sequin bombers, and the girls might have been doing their best riff on Rizzo, who knows when Philipp Plein sent out a rendition of The Fast and The Furious meets Grease. The aforementioned looks wandered down a road-like catwalk - accessorised rather crassly with cigarettes one should add - and fast cars continued to circle (maybe they were looking for a parking spot? This is Milan after all) around the "block". [Read more...]