Camus said : “If you live with a lame person, you will soon be limping yourself”. Here are some sketches of hell on a splendid throne of Qatar, a parade of the mediocre that our decadent have spontaneously given birth to for the inexorable breakdown of the aesthetic and moral sense of sewing. In this adulterated universe swarming with small “designers” who, in the name of modernity, re-ingurgitate the work of their predecessors without having talent. The designer thinks he carries a needle like a sword, but it scrapes the stream and tirelessly copies his predecessors without having their genius.
It is a very sad profession; the one where one accepts that one without knowing how to assemble a tailor, without a little hand that works for him! It is a very strange profession to dub a mystifier who takes the ideas of some and mixes them with those of others to redo something old and new made by others. Apologize to Mr. Balmain, Mr. Givenchy, Mr. Guy Laroche, Mr. Montana and all those great designers who made fashion existing and what it is today, which you rapture in abundance.
And above all, drive slower with your Range Rover in a pedestrian zone in my neighborhood, so that the children can go to school in peace without being scared by your 4×4 driven by another child who thinks he has all the rights, and don’t take our heads about ecology after spending 30 liters of gas to go to your office that you could reach by bike.