She comes to make Paris Fashion Week look ridiculous, and so the doors of the suburbs open, those of the real suburbs, not those where we used to look for the sons of the bourgeoisie in order to make them look like little ruffians who come out of the mire of immigration in order to propel them into fashion. No, the real one, the one that creates, the one that is multi-cultural, the one that is not afraid to be in a multi-ethnic couple, the one of multiple confession.

So here we are, back to the genesis of couture, the one that creates, the one that in the 80’s made the news and blew on France a magical whirlwind of well-being and inspiration. You like it or you don’t like it, it doesn’t matter, what matters is that we stir the spirits, that we shake the jar of these designers, who today are more businessmen than creators.