The designer is like a flame that we must fan, because without impetus it dies and becomes dusty. And if you let yourself look at your own genius while remaining passive, he dies, and all forget him in the silence of an intense pain that assails him. It was at the Folies Bergères, the mythical place of Parisian nights. Rochas with its complex codes, the little Vilmorin has difficulty in clinging to the philosophy of the house, his creation suffers cruelly from an identity crisis.

A fuchsia printed crop top and frou frou on the shoulder was accompanied by a skirt and trouser set and fought with a suit ivory check only wearable element in the subway. With heeled boots with laces, for an image of Pigalle not far from where the asphalt girls hung their customers, but when the designer thinks surrealism, he dreams of a pipe.

The fashion show ended with a transparent blouse and a hoop skirt. Vilmorin pure product of the asocial media more than anything else, the 25-year-old is still looking for his style. This cursed little painter has too big a job to do for his and someone else’s brand, and we shouldn’t expect more from him in my opinion. But history will tell if I was right or not. To the damned souls, value does not wait for the number of years either.