Dsquared2’s Spring 2027 Campaign is a sweat-slicked, Catholic-tinged fever dream
Fashion23 September 2026
AuthorLeo Anderson
PhotosVogue Runway
Catholic iconography meets nightclub sweat. Dean and Dan Caten’s latest visual feast trades the traditional catwalk for a feral, gold-chained fantasy.
Dean and Dan Caten ditched the runway this season, holing up in their Milan headquarters instead. They papered every inch of the walls and floors with lookbook shots blown up to the size of confessionals — the kind of aggressive visual noise that makes you forget you ever missed a catwalk.
Shot in a villa outside Lecco, the images pile Catholic iconography into nightclub sweat. Gold crucifixes tangled with bare skin, communion dresses gone a little bit feral, and Sicily rerouted through Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet until it’s less a lookbook and more a scene you’ve crashed by accident. Fronting it all is Italian rapper Promessa, who doesn’t so much model the clothes as swagger through them, playing the Leonardo DiCaprio to this whole tanned, sweat-slicked, gold-chained fantasy.
The clothes don’t bother with reverence. Blazers sag open so the lining spills out on purpose. Waistbands that should stay buried inside trousers claw their way to the surface, doing a belt’s job, while underwear gives up pretending altogether: lace panels muscle in where denim should be, on trousers that require what WWD rightly called an act of fashion faith just to get a leg through. A pink lace bra swallows the entire top half of a fluorescent green dress.
Then, right as it tips fully profane, the doilies show up. Crochet trims edge the shirts like something lifted off a nonna’s good tablecloth. Cherub sculptures get printed and studded across denim — a very on-theme motif for us, obviously — as if they wandered off a fresco mid-service. Pristine white crochet socks get paired with Creepers, punk’s ugliest and most durable shoe, suddenly looking a little angelic standing next to the lace. Crosses run through everything: pinned to lapels, strung as rosaries doing double duty as jewellery, printed tropical-style alongside sacred hearts on silk shirting that clearly had other plans for itself.
By the end, you’re left somewhere between a church and a house party in Palermo at 4am. The gold crosses are still swinging, and the socks are somehow still white.
