Even if the lord forbids his employees to speak to certain press organs, information continues to leak like the waters of Lake Victoria Falls. Information swells like a balloon. Maria Grazia is allegedly in trouble with the group, and her replacement is obviously imminent. After almost 10 years of reinterpretation, no one can take her seriously any more, such is her commitment to the subtle feminine poetry of the house.

She never had the thrill that art provokes in a creator, the emotion of the found subject, and of the scene that takes shape in the intoxication of creation, with a flat encephalogram of originality. A victimized, conflicted feminist who believes that men dominate women, but where would she get such an idea, knowing only nymphs?

She’s the particularity of this “Roman” salad, manifested by bewildered cow eyes half-drowned under the eyelid, looking at you with that silly impertinence that a thousand slaps couldn’t stop. The finest example of couture “chiqué”, imitation and false art, the triumph of failure, the apotheosis of puffism.

Finally, the lord just realized the waste of time for the brand, and put a stop to it. Finally, Trump must have told him he didn’t want any more gays in the corporate world.