Hero of a night or hero of a life? Yesterday or the night before, it doesn’t matter we fly on the Paradis Latin river for “On Aura Tout Vu”. The night is blue, with a strange scent of clove, under the cold and slippery cobblestone, we were off to conquer the night and its aftermath. Dressed in an innocent vision to control the power of the image that will fly on our page and explore this world where the “Avengers” Heroes are everywhere and reign. Out of this Fashion Week soiled with all its evils, the two designers represent in our eyes freedom and humanity alone.

They both walk to the sound of the bell of time, like Lancelot whose pride made the ripe wheat of the mythical campaigns to sow hope, where the wrongdoers of preconceived ideas are rampant.

Their destiny was forged in the flame of a pyre of racism. Heretic yesterday, they will be the holy heroes of tomorrow to claim the great look of the fashion of yesterday. They are among our favorite designers because they innovate and shake up conventions without making us believe that the Black Power of the suburbs is a tsunami on which we must absolutely surf. Continue reading →

Soldiers disarmed, here is the conquest of the imagination and the mythology of childhood, this couple in perpetual creation deserves to be in the pantheon of fashion, they who dress all the most famous singers of the planet for their concerts, while the Lord of the Arnault pays these same singers to attend his presentations.

Both coming from the Balkans, they are marked by the military. Intimacy is the standard well hidden behind the extravagance of these two creators, a unique vision beyond good and evil, it tells the story of a life, a past that influences their sewing, just as Saint-Saint-Exupéry, in his time, was inspired by his travels in the desert. They are the little Prince of fashion.

Feathers and shimmering crystal sparkles of a lightness of being, when dawn takes flight here are the tightrope walkers of the needle in balance on the rainbow of challenges that invites us to Paradise but Latin. The last pure ones who row against the wind, because true artists are like that: always against the current. We have never seen a great painter being in the usual suitability of Panurge’s sheep. Continue reading →