Oyé oyé braves gens, listen to the news that has just broken, crisper than a lukewarm croissant on a Sunday morning! You see, our fashion mogul, the lord of the Arnaults himself, has decided to play fashion journalist, but with an announcement that’s… shall we say… unexpected!
Just imagine the scene: the cushy shareholders sipping their overpriced mineral water, when PAF! Le Bernard drops the bombshell: “Ladies and gentlemen, hold on to your designer bags, because Kim Jones, the master of scissors for these gentlemen at Dior, will be replaced by Jonathan Anderson.
It’s even rumored that in the group’s hushed corridors, jaws dropped faster than summer sale prices. Interns almost spilled their coffee (organic, of course), art directors briefly considered becoming sock sellers at the market, and Fabienne de Sourdis nearly fainted.
So get ready, gentlemen, because the Anderson version of Dior style promises to be… how can I put this… interesting! We can already imagine the models parading around in lobster-shaped hats and jackets made from lacquered duck feathers, made in China. Continue reading →