Under the glittering spotlights of the Garde Républicaine, Nadège gives us a shiver of leather, like a mirror of time, a faithful reflection that flamboyant vintage would not disavow, and like a trend that wraps itself on a breath of silk on the black skin of time. The spring to come dances under the weight of the wind’s skin, riding jackets and wise trousers, coats like sails ready to open, sculpted suits and daring coats for a woman in lambskin plunged into a bath of sexuality.

In this enclosure where all the guards have ensured, since the first Frankish kings, the protection of the high authorities of the State and the City of Paris makes it a prestigious place of the Republic that the lord of Arnault will not have. The footsteps of the mannequins pound the floor of an earthy merry-go-round, creating a labyrinth with the sovereign allure of an Ariadne’s thread. The silhouettes slip away, as if to avoid seeing the details, but believe me, they are perfect. A lambskin shirt with shimmering reflections and endless gloves, caressing cashmere draped in the shadow of desire.

Denim and leather intertwined, with cypress green, for a hint of the strange, a fashion that dares, without apologising. The brand new “Petit sac”, not much bigger than a purse, was slung over the shoulder with many looks, and dictated the note, and the equestrian spirit. Hermès, the empire of the beautiful and the true, dresses the wind and sculpts time with a breath that has no shortage of effect.

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