There are sometimes internal struggles in the creator competition that are beneficial to certain groups. The arrival of Pharrell Williams at Vuitton Homme has probably propelled the creator of Louis Vuitton Femme out of his lethargy. It was yesterday at the carrousel, in the square courtyard of the Louvres, which hosted the tents, as in the past, by the very late great Jacques, whom the couturiers had left little by little to present elsewhere, thinking that the center of Paris was not not relevant.
A large transparent marquee imitating for the occasion the Baltard pavilion that Verlaine called the Vulcain laces. But who will have noticed it in this crowd of 4,000 invited people who came to put the neighborhood and the rue de Rivoli in turmoil this Tuesday evening to close Paris Fashion Week.
A collection that presents the best of Nicolas, for a long time, with this chic and futuristic sportswear, which defines his couture which from time to time can be daring. Like this Norfolk jacket from the Duke of the same name, but who, in reality, was called Henry Fitzalan Howard for those close to him, a great fan of hunting before the eternal who ordered this jacket in 1860. Like a study of the spatiotemporal fault in opposing the future and the past, he achieves a visionary approach like the little Jura resident Louis in his time.
