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The end of Milan Fashion Week was odd, not least because alerts about the war in Iran started popping up on everyone’s phone during the debut of Maximilian Davis’s latest collection for Salvatore Ferragamo, held in a darkened corridor at the Triennale di Milano. The structure of the city’s Fashion Week, which feels downright short compared to the 10-day slog in Paris, often gives a solid sense of the state of the industry. This season, the diagnosis wasn’t great: Everything felt starved and reduced, with only a few green shoots emerging from the frozen early spring tundra. (At least the weather was nice.)