Ganni Resort 2026 Collection
'We are still who we are, but something has also changed.' Ditte Reffstrup was commuting between Copenhagen and Paris as she discussed her Ganni resort collection. The creative director seems to find navigating the clash between Danish and French cultures invigorating. 'There are so many things where we are so different, and at the same time, I think we are driving each other in a good direction. We really learn from each other.'
Something similar could be said of the brand's new lineup which accommodates both those with the desire to hibernate and others with the urge to party with looks cozy (a Gannified toggle coat à la Paddington Bear) and dressy (a knee-length sheath in mocha-colored sequins with a shoulder bow flourish). These two garments were paired in the opening look of a collection that feels sophisticated, yet retains a sense of fun. Longer skirt lengths added polish, while kitten-heeled shoes inspired by Danish house clogs introduced an element of cool.
Among the elements carried over from the fall 2025 collection were Peter Pan collars, one of which appeared on an otherwise utilitarian jacket in chocolate brown; floral jacquard denim; and a three-tier silhouette, as in a closing look that included a blazer, short circle skirt, and pants. 'I love this layering,' Reffstrup noted. A different, younger, kind of tripling up could be seen in a too-cute look where a sweater with a banana motif was tied around the shoulders of a mini dress with a pleated skirt puffed out by a ruffled leopard-print skirt worn under it.
Reffstrup's father was a fisherman and the yellow Icelandic-style pullover in the collection is both classic and nostalgic for her. A 'story sweater' featuring a bunny rabbit and the slogan 'Have a Nice Day Please Recycle,' a gray-striped blouse with 'angel' sleeves, and a denim dress and jacket smothered with bows and rick-rack trim, are all examples of dopamine dressing. 'There's so much stuff going on [in the world],' said Reffstrup, 'but I really want to put a smile on people's faces.'
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