It’s always the same story with the ‘Boring Karda’; a story as old as her own reflection in her vanity mirror. So there she is, decked out in sparkles worthy of a Mughal treasure (Mongolian suits her so well), criss-crossing Mumbai like an Instagram maharani to attend the wedding of a billionaire who pays the guests at the height of the Bimbo’s hips. Suddenly, disaster! A diamond vanishes into the crowd, and there she is in panic, what a tragedy! What a tragedy! Don’t diamonds last forever?
What followed was a grotesque scene of frantic searching of the ground, and the cleavage of her outfit as big as the chasm at Padirac, to find the lost jewel worth 20 million dollars. She and her sister can’t resist immortalising their anguish in a few well-timed selfies? Between panic and narcissism, the choice is quickly made: in their world, aesthetics always take precedence over reality. Perhaps the diamond, tired of being a mere ornament on the bimbo, preferred to escape. Courage, let’s flee! hoping for a more noble second life under the paving stones of Bombay. Continue reading
British tennis player Jack Draper has gone from being a friend of Burberry to an official member of its global family. In short, he’s moved from the couch to the living room.
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Paris, city of light and capital of fashion, is now the scene of a Fashion Week that has been reduced to a champagne cork. Forget the monumental catwalks, the quivering crowds and the pharaonic happenings. This season, the designers decided to play hide-and-seek with the guests, stashing their collections in pocket lounges, shoeboxes and, at this rate, soon in an AirBnB in the Marais.
A fashion prodigy who must have woken up one day and said to himself: ‘What if I made fashion into a vast playground where nothing makes sense any more, but everyone applauds?’
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Demna in pointy high heels with a denim pencil skirt and a tight white shirt accented by a corset that laced up the back. A maze of tall black curtains sheltering tightly packed rows of chairs, blacker than Donald Trump’s brain.Aside from the low-tech, fluffy shoes and a few skimpy spandex “bathrobes,” this collection saw Demna treading water with his familiar sartorial archetypes across streetwear, tailoring, and special-occasion wear, albeit with more controlled volumes.