The Paris Fashion Week
I am sitting at my computer, pounding away at the keyboard, eyes glued to my translation on the screen, when bling! ‘You’ve got mail…’
… I’ve just received the weekly newsletter of Le Figaro Madame.
A wealth of extraordinary photographs of John Galliano’s Haute Couture collection for Dior. This one is only the first…
… the rest, 40 ‘must-see’ photos, are here. I do not really understand the prose or rather the poetry that goes with them, although it is written in my mother tongue. But with Haute Couture, you don’t need to understand. And in case you thought this was totally pointless, Dior’s sales figures have increased by 600% since John Galliano joined them in 1996.
For a long time, I didn’t really understand why they had to produce such incredible creations that are not meant to be worn often, if at all.
But Haute Couture is just the tip of the iceberg, or the cream of an industry. The materials are gorgeous, the work is exquisite, the result is out of this world. Many years ago, I interpreted for a group selecting the fashion that was going to be worn two years later. The glossary I compiled for that meeting included all the colors and materials that can possibly exist. I loved every minute of the meeting and I gained much more than the check I received afterwards. And I tend to take a different look at fashion now.
And as I’m typing this, I’m wearing my go-with-everything outfit: black top, black skirt, black tights and black boots. NO HAT.
Photo from Le Figaro.fr Madame.
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