Lorenzo Seghezzi S/S26: Interlude

Lorenzo Seghezzi’s “Interlude” is the rave relic couture your walk of shame’s been waiting for as Milan Fashion Week just got messy, in the best possible way. A collection that’s basically your diary after three Negronis in and a 6 am taxi, but mixed with leather and some sick ass corsetry.

For Seghezzi, the Milan club scene wasn’t a hobby; it was a church, a classroom, and a battlefield rolled into one. Toilet, Plastic, La Boum: not just clubs, but portals where a glue gun, two safety pins, and a fiver turned into a full PhD in Queer Identity Studies. Drag queens as professors, burlesque as therapy, sequins as a survival strategy.

And honey, it wasn’t all glitter. Nights of euphoria came with their shadows: burnout, substance spirals, the never-ending pressure to slay when you actually just wanna ugly-cry in the bathroom. “I’ll never fill the void left by the people I lost,” Seghezzi says, reminding us that under the lashes and latex, the night always takes its toll.

But “Interlude” doesn’t just mourn, it mutates. This is a runway reimagined as the ultimate walk of shame glow-up. Mascara smudges alchemised into couture. Cigarette burns recut into leather bustiers (yes, he’s finally using leather, Lineapelle handed him deadstock hides and he made them throb). Everything is upcycled, salvaged, resurrected, like that one ex you swear you’d buried but who keeps DM’ing you at 2 am.

The silhouettes? Naturally, corsetry sneaks in here too, Seghezzi’s signature, born from nights watching drag queens and burlesque performers weaponise fashion to flip gender norms and turn heartbreak into spectacle. In his hands, a corset isn’t about restriction; it’s about survival. Club relics dragged into daylight and forced to shine. Outfits that whisper: “I’ve seen things” and scream: “But I survived.”

The show itself, part of Milan Fashion Week via the LINEAPELLE DESIGNERS EDITION schedule, plays with this duality. It’s a rave turned requiem turned runway, but also a question: can queer joy exist without the 4 am haze? Can we sparkle just as loud in daylight?

Seghezzi doesn’t give us answers. He gives us lewks. And honestly, that’s enough. P.S. Queers do it better.