There are sometimes internal struggles in the creator competition that are beneficial to certain groups. The arrival of Pharrell Williams at Vuitton Homme has probably propelled the creator of Louis Vuitton Femme out of his lethargy. It was yesterday at the carrousel, in the square courtyard of the Louvres, which hosted the tents, as in the past, by the very late great Jacques, whom the couturiers had left little by little to present elsewhere, thinking that the center of Paris was not not relevant.

A large transparent marquee imitating for the occasion the Baltard pavilion that Verlaine called the Vulcain laces. But who will have noticed it in this crowd of 4,000 invited people who came to put the neighborhood and the rue de Rivoli in turmoil this Tuesday evening to close Paris Fashion Week.

A collection that presents the best of Nicolas, for a long time, with this chic and futuristic sportswear, which defines his couture which from time to time can be daring. Like this Norfolk jacket from the Duke of the same name, but who, in reality, was called Henry Fitzalan Howard for those close to him, a great fan of hunting before the eternal who ordered this jacket in 1860. Like a study of the spatiotemporal fault in opposing the future and the past, he achieves a visionary approach like the little Jura resident Louis in his time.

Iris Apfel, super eccentric New York fashion icon, Instagram star and high priestess before the eternal, died Friday at the age of 102. With 3 million followers on Instagram, the centenarian still attended the presentations of great fashion designers, in a wheelchair. Born in Queens, Queen Iris Apfel had studied art history, making her the cultured aging bimbo extremely rare in the profession.

An interior designer, she participated in renovations to the White House for nine presidents, from Harry Truman to Bill Clinton. For decades, she had amassed clothes from the greatest designers of the 20th century, which fill two floors of her Park Avenue apartment. She used to say that someone had said to her one day. »You’re not pretty and you never will be, but that’s okay. You have something much more important: you have style.” So do it…

Since his appointment in 2019, Daniel Roseberry has given new impetus to the illustrious house of Schiaparelli, and today, it is the climax of Paris Fashion Week with a sublime collection of balance and more than wearable clothes; formidable females, who wear a cowboy tie made of synthetic hair, and its bite in its sides has this noble ambition to rub shoulders with the apotheotic of fashion and find its measure in our eyes to put pressure in our jugular. Make no mistake, woman of the best of Fashion Week who covets the public’s failure, today we saw a real eight-minute moment of apnea pleasure for a magical end to the evening.

Paris is living in the Roaring Twenties, when Gaston Doumergue inaugurates Boulevard Haussmann with silver-gilt scissors; he cuts the symbolic ribbon criticized by some. At the time, Joséphine Baker had just performed at the Folies Bergères, with the revue Nègre. In the heart of the theater district, Maison Burma opens its doors and signs a style, in line with the new modern, emancipated and bustling woman.

Independent since its creation in 1927, faithful to the creativity and quality of the Maison’s creations, with a festive heart, a light spirit, with jewelry that marks the present time. Paris was the center of the international literary scene in those years, and writers like Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gertrude Stein, and James Joyce participated in wild literary circles.

In Paris, fashion at that time was also driven by renowned designers like Coco Chanel who revolutionized the industry with their innovative designs. Burma plays a decisive role, because with an international reputation for its magnificent pieces set with these precious gems, it imposes its creations.