This is what happens when Tom Ford's Oud Wood and Ombre Leather (or even Ella K's Ghibli, which is very similar to Ombre Leather anyways and both made by Sonia Constant) collide in the most uninspired way possible. And surprise, surprise~ it offers absolutely nothing new.
At this point, I'm no longer shocked. Francesca Bianchi's creations have become a predictable exercise in derivative mediocrity and the whole brand is starting to feel like a glorified clone house, featuring popular classics and vintage gems clumsily or sloppily resurrected, then drowned in her signature waxy, fruity, balsamic "salad dressing" base that she often tries to pass as luxurious "orris butter" (??).
Sure, Francesca. Maybe if you bury Mitsouko, Femme Rochas, Tabac Blond, Chanel No. 5, and, in the most recent releases, certain classic and/or discontinued Tom Fords deep enough under that suffocating sludge, we’ll all be too confused to notice it’s just recycled, sticky chaos. Spoiler: We noticed.
