This collection was born from a secret oath between the splendor of yesterday and the vigor of today (says the designer). From the magnificence of the French court, she borrowed grandeur, brocades, solemn braids, and radiant crosses; but instead of letting them slumber in the dust of palaces, she set them against the wild momentum of our century, so that they might clash and fertilize one another in a dazzling embrace.

Each garment is a burning cuirass: it protects, it adorns, it proclaims. It is a silent language that crosses the centuries, a grammar of drapings and symbols that speaks to restless souls. She has shaped these armors with regenerated fabrics, proud cuts, signs carved like prayers, questioning humankind about its time, its identity, its spiritual quest, at the heart of a storm-stricken world.

Three breaths preside over this edifice: the quest for the invisible, the defense of one’s own, the impulse of combat. Three immemorial forces, engraved in the human soul since dawn, which she has translated into silhouettes, into icons, into attitudes standing like statues of flesh amidst the crash of the present.

The cross is her torch. Not as the mark of a dogma, but as a sign to humankind. It is orientation, it is the verticality of the horizon. From ancient peoples to modern travelers, it guides the spirit through the night. It proclaims her intimate faith: never to surrender to passing fashions, but always to walk toward the right direction.

“The twenty-first century will be religious, or it will not be at all”: this voice of Malraux haunts her and commands her to restore to creation its sacred fire, to wrench it away from the mercantile din and reinstate it in its role as oracle.

The Louvre, chosen as temple, was no indifferent choice. Its colonnades, its vaults, its infinite perspectives have become naves and sanctuaries, where her visions pass like processions: memory and modernity embrace in the shadow of eternal stone.

Thus parade, in the light of centuries, dresses sculpted like statues, hieratic jackets, sparkling crosses, golden feathers beating like wings. Each garment is both relic and manifesto: an offering of history transfigured by the present, a powerful burst of resilience flung in the face of chaos.

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