Sartori is putting both technical rigor and artistic reverie into the sartorial craft after which he is named.
It was a spellbinding sight. The richly apricot rays of the lowering Lombardian sun bounced from the lake we were sitting on—thanks to a Zegna-built mirrored bridge—only to suffuse the spectacular Oscar Niemeyer building alongside us with a glow that no Instagram filter could ever emulate. After this spectacular Ermenegildo Zegna show, and the no less spectacular sunset with which it coincided, it was all too tempting to rest one’s chin on one’s knuckles, squint thoughtfully at the fish twisting and rising for fly in that beautiful lake, and consider this: Did the dusk ahead signal the death of the suit?