#Louvre Haute Couture

[fashionbooksmilano]

Louvre Haute Couture

La mode dans les collections de peintures du Louvre

Sabine de La Rochefoucauld

Gourcuff Gradenigo, Montreuil 2023, 140 pages,Broché, 20,4x25cm, ISBN 9782353403905

euro 26,00

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Qu'ils soient de personnages célèbres ou d'inconnus, le Louvre conserve une inestimable collection de portraits qui sont autant de témoignages de l'histoire du vêtement, de ses usages et de l'évolution du goût. C'est à une visite de cette galerie d'histoire de la mode que Sabine de La Rochefoucauld nous convie ici. Historienne de l'art, elle connait très bien la collection de peintures du musée du Louvre sur laquelle elle travaille depuis plusieurs années. Ainsi, elle décrypte pour nous la mise de deux personnages représentés sur une tapisserie du début du xve siècle qui illustre une scène d'amour courtois. Plus loin, c'est un portrait de Marguerite d'York, troisième femme de Charles le Téméraire, qui attire son attention. Vêtue d'une robe noire bordée d'hermine ornée de pièces d'orfèvrerie, coiffée d'un hennin, la duchesse de Bourgogne arbore avec élégance la mode de son temps. Sur son autoportrait daté de 1493, Albrecht Dürer apporte une attention particulière à son apparence car il ne doit ressembler à aucun autre. Ainsi s'explique le port de ce surprenant béret rouge doté de lanières souples, cette chemise échancrée galonnée de rouge et d'or ornée de lanières couverte d'un manteau bleu froncé au col et aux épaules. Dans le pastel qu'en a laissé Maurice Quentin de La Tour de la marquise de Pompadour, celle-ci, somptueusement vêtue de ce qu'on désignera dès lors robe à la française tient son rôle de belle et talentueuse icône de la mode. Ainsi, en une soixantaine de portraits du xve au xixe siècle, servi par un texte à la fois distrayant et érudit cet ouvrage nous invite grâce à cette promenade dans les collections de peintures du musée du Louvre à redécouvrir la mode avec ses matières, ses usages et ses accessoires.

23/11/23

[chicinsilk]

Photo: Yves Saint Laurent in the Apollo Gallery at the Louvre – Organza jacket embroidered with sequins and gemstones – 1981 © Nicolas Mathéus for the Yves Saint Laurent Museum Paris.

Photo : Yves Saint Laurent dans la galerie d’Apollon au Louvre – Veste en organza brodé de paillettes et pierreries – 1981 © Nicolas Mathéus pour le musée Yves Saint Laurent Paris.

[gothgleek]

[madeleineengland]

Zhang Jingyi in Lancome at the recent Lancome x Louvre event in Paris (2023)

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 33, 13 août 1899, Paris. Mantelet de visites. Modèle des Magasins du Louvre. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Ce mantelet en dentelle noire, doublé de taffetas ivoire et garni de taffetas pareil, est fait avec un empiècement auquel se rattache un haut volant de dentelle bordé d'une ruche de mousseline de soie. Des ruches plus étroites garnissent les devants, le volant de taffetas du col ainsi que les longs pans légèrement froncés qui retombent devant sous un nœud; la couture de l'empiècement est ornée d'une légère draperie de taffetas retenue par des agrafes en jais.

La garniture du chapeau de feutre blanc, bordé de ruban de velours noir, est composée de choux de mousseline de soie, de plumes d'autruche et d'une boucle de strass piquée sur du velours.

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This black lace cloak, lined with ivory taffeta and trimmed with the same taffeta, is made with a yoke to which is attached a high lace flounce edged with a ruffle of silk muslin. Narrower ruffles adorn the fronts, the taffeta ruffle of the collar as well as the long, slightly gathered tails which fall in front under a bow; the seam of the yoke is adorned with a light drapery of taffeta held in place by jet hooks.

The trim of the white felt hat, edged with black velvet ribbon, is made of chiffon puffs, ostrich feathers and a rhinestone buckle stitched onto velvet.

[royal-stargirl]

Mia Carrington Hawthorne Lefèvre, born on April 22, 2004, in France, is the daughter of an English supermodel and a French historian and writer. A prominent figure in both the fashion and film worlds. Acting was her dream from a young age, and she pursued it with passion and perseverance. Inspired by classic cinema and driven by a desire to bring complex characters to life, she trained rigorously, studying with renowned coaches and immersing herself in the techniques of method acting, which soon paid off as she broke into the industry with remarkable success. Mia’s film career has been marked by unforgettable roles in both independent films and major studio productions. Her portrayal of deep, layered characters has not only captivated audiences but has also earned her a string of accolades. Mia won her first César Award for Most Promising Actress at the age of 17, followed by another César for Best Actress just two years later. Her international breakthrough came when she won the Academy Award (Oscar) for Best Actress, cementing her status as one of Hollywood’s most talented stars. She has since won multiple awards, including a Golden Globe, a BAFTA, and another Oscar for her work in a critically acclaimed drama that highlighted social justice issues, a topic close to her heart. Additionally, her portrayal of a historical figure in a prestigious biopic led her to win the prestigious Cannes Palme d’Or.

Mia's life on the runway is nothing short of iconic. Her career in modeling began when she was just 15, and it didn’t take long for her to make a name for herself as one of the most sought-after faces in the industry. She has walked for some of the world’s most prestigious fashion houses, including Dior, Versace, Saint Laurent, and Alexander McQueen, always leaving a lasting impression with her ability to embody the essence of each designer’s vision. Her partnership with Chanel has been particularly notable, with Mia being one of the youngest ambassadors to have ever represented the iconic brand. She has graced numerous high-profile shows, from Paris Fashion Week to Milan, where she has consistently been the star of the runway. Beyond the runway, Mia’s influence in fashion extends into her personal style, often setting trends and inspiring millions of young women around the world. Whether in haute couture or casual streetwear, her impeccable taste and ability to transform any look into something extraordinary have made her a fashion icon in her own right. Outside her professional life, Mia enjoys painting, horseback riding, and playing the piano. She owns a white horse named Atlas, who lives on her family’s estate in the French countryside. A lover of literature, Mia enjoys works by authors like Marcel Proust and Jane Austen. She also has a passion for cooking and often experiments with recipes inspired by the diverse culinary scene in Paris. Currently, Mia lives in a luxurious penthouse in the City of Light, a constant source of inspiration with its stunning architecture, renowned museums, and vibrant culture. Among her favorite places in Paris are the Louvre Museum, the Luxembourg Gardens, and the charming neighborhood of Montmartre.

[selmasemlan]

A trip to France

Summary: A trip to Paris with the troublesome trio, leaders to, you guessed it, trouble.

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC), Stiles Stilinski x Luna (platonic), Isaac Lahey x Luna (platonic)

Author note: This is one of the longest fics I have ever written, but here it is.

Warning: mention of violence, mention of mental manipulation (magic)

Word count: 3168

Series Masterlist

A trip to France

Luna, Stiles, and Isaac found themselves in Paris, a city bustling with life and history, a stark contrast to the eerie quiet of Beacon Hills they had left behind. The trip was a much-needed escape after the harrowing events involving the nogitsune. For Luna especially, it was a chance to breathe freely, away from the shadows that had haunted her.

Securing permission to travel without adult supervision had been a challenge of epic proportions. Stiles, always the persuasive talker, had to debate with his skeptical dad, Noah, while Luna and Isaac pleaded their case to Stefan and Damon Salvatore. Arguments about safety, responsibility, and the necessity of this trip echoed through the Salvatore mansion until finally, with solemn promises to stay together and watch over each other, the adults relented. They hoped that a change of scenery might offer healing and respite for the young trio.

The first few days in Paris were nothing short of magical. Luna, with her keen eye for fashion, was mesmerized by the elegant Parisian style. She spent hours sketching designs in her notebook, inspired by the haute couture she glimpsed in boutique windows along the Champs-Élysées. Stiles, the eternal history enthusiast, soaked in every detail about the city’s past as they explored museums and iconic landmarks like the Louvre and Notre-Dame. Isaac, quieter than usual but visibly trying to move forward from Allison’s tragic death, found solace in the beauty of the Seine River and the stunning architecture that seemed to whisper tales of centuries gone by.

One sunny afternoon, they found themselves sitting at a charming café near the Eiffel Tower. The aroma of freshly baked croissants and strong coffee wafted through the air as Luna flipped through a magazine, her fingers tracing over the latest trends in Parisian fashion.

"This city is incredible," Luna sighed contentedly, glancing up at the wrought-iron tables scattered under colorful umbrellas. "I feel like I could spend a lifetime just exploring the fashion here."

Stiles, sipping his café au lait, nodded enthusiastically. "And the history! Did you know the Eiffel Tower was originally intended to be a temporary structure? It was built for the 1889 World's Fair."

Isaac, stirring his espresso thoughtfully, looked up with a faint smile. "It's hard to believe so much has happened in this city. It's like every corner holds a different story."

Their conversation drifted lazily as they savored the peaceful moment, the weight of recent events momentarily lifted. Paris seemed to weave its spell around them, offering a fleeting sense of normalcy and joy amid their shared sorrow.

As dusk settled over the city, casting a golden glow over the cobbled streets, they made their way back to the hotel, their hearts lighter than they had been in weeks. Little did they know, their Parisian adventure was about to take an unexpected turn that would test their bonds of friendship and resilience like never before.

One evening in Paris, Luna, Stiles, and Isaac found themselves lured by the city's vibrant nightlife to a trendy club nestled in the heart of Montmartre. The air buzzed with pulsating beats and swirling lights, a stark contrast to the tranquility of their daytime explorations. Luna, caught up in the music and the electric atmosphere, moved with a grace that drew admiring glances from the crowd.

Amidst the sea of dancers and the rhythmic thump of bass, Luna felt a pair of eyes fixed on her. She turned subtly, her curiosity piqued, to find a tall, enigmatic figure observing her from across the room. His gaze was intense, unnerving even from a distance, sending a shiver down her spine.

As the night progressed, Luna found herself on the crowded dance floor, losing herself in the music's hypnotic rhythm. Yet, the spell was abruptly shattered when she was rudely bumped into by a group of locals, their laughter tinged with alcohol-fueled arrogance. One of them, emboldened by liquid courage, sneered at Luna, his words dripping with disdain.

"Look at this girl, pretending to be something she's not," the man jeered, his voice loud enough to attract unwanted attention. "Probably some poor Moroccan trying to play dress-up."

Luna's jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing with restrained fury. Years of composure and resilience were tested in that moment. She could feel the heat rising, the urge to retaliate clawing at her throat. But she knew better than to dignify ignorance with a response.

Stiles, ever observant of his friend's moods, noticed the tension in Luna's stance. He exchanged a quick glance with Isaac, who had been keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings. Sensing trouble brewing, Stiles moved to Luna's side, his voice low but urgent.

"Luna, let's get out of here," Stiles suggested, concern etched on his face. "It's not worth it."

Isaac, his expression tight with restrained anger, nodded in agreement. "They're not worth your time, Luna. Let's go."

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Luna nodded reluctantly. She turned to leave the dance floor, her steps deliberate yet tinged with a simmering frustration. But before she could make her way through the crowd, chaos erupted in the club.

Shouts and crashing sounds echoed through the room as a scuffle broke out nearby. Luna instinctively glanced over, her heart sinking at the sight of fists flying and glasses shattering. The situation escalated quickly, drawing the attention of security guards who rushed to intervene.

Amidst the commotion, Luna caught sight of the mysterious man from earlier. He moved with an effortless grace through the chaos, his presence commanding attention. In moments, he deftly subdued the instigators, his movements swift and precise. The club fell into an uneasy quiet as the troublemakers were escorted out.

Feeling a mixture of relief and unease, Luna retreated to a quieter corner of the club, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. Her encounter with the rude locals had left a bitter taste, overshadowing what had started as a carefree evening.

Later that night, back at their hotel, Luna sat cross-legged on her bed, her laptop open before her. With a deep breath, she initiated a video call with Marcel, the charismatic vampire from New Orleans she had befriended during a previous encounter.

The screen flickered to life, and Marcel's familiar face appeared, a warm smile spreading across his features. "Luna! How's Paris treating you?" he greeted warmly, his voice tinged with genuine interest.

Luna couldn't help but smile at Marcel's infectious enthusiasm. "Hey Marcel," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of excitement. "You won't believe what happened to me tonight."

As Luna recounted the evening's events, Marcel's expression shifted from curiosity to concern. He listened intently as she described the altercation and the mysterious man who had intervened.

"Luna, be careful," Marcel cautioned, his brow furrowing slightly. "Paris can be unpredictable, especially at night. If you encounter trouble, don't hesitate to call me."

Luna nodded appreciatively, touched by Marcel's concern. "Thanks, Marcel. I'll keep that in mind," she assured him, her mind already racing with thoughts of how to navigate the complexities of their unexpected encounter.

With a final wave, Marcel bid her goodnight, and Luna closed her laptop, her thoughts swirling with questions and uncertainties. Beside her, Stiles and Isaac sat on the edge of their own beds, their expressions mirroring her mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Isaac and Luna exchanged uncertain glances, silently weighing their options. Before they could decide, Luna's phone buzzed with a message notification. Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced at the screen, seeing Marcel's name.

With that silent agreement, the trio huddled together in the dimly lit hotel room, their minds racing with questions and uncertainties about the mysterious man who had intervened in Luna's night. Little did they know, their encounter with the enigmatic figure was just the beginning of an unexpected adventure in the city of lights.

The day after the chaotic night at the club, Luna sat alone at a cozy Parisian café, nursing a cappuccino as she tried to process the surreal events of the previous evening. The news on her phone flashed with shocking headlines—two men found dead after a nightclub altercation. Luna's heart raced as she recognized their faces from the altercation. The reality of witnessing death up close unsettled her deeply.

Lost in her thoughts, Luna was startled when a familiar figure slid into the seat opposite her. Lucien Castle, the enigmatic man from the club, smirked as he leaned back, exuding an air of casual confidence that set her on edge. His presence was both unsettling and magnetic.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle," Lucien greeted with a voice as smooth as silk, his accent dripping with charm. "Quite a night we had, wouldn't you say?"

Luna's eyes narrowed slightly, her guard instinctively rising in the face of his unapologetic arrogance. "Quite," she replied coolly, though her voice betrayed a hint of unease.

Lucien chuckled softly, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he leaned closer, his gaze locking onto hers. "You never told me your name," he remarked casually, his tone suggestive.

Luna hesitated, her mind racing with caution and uncertainty. "Luna," she finally offered, her voice steady despite the tumultuous emotions swirling within her.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman," Lucien complimented smoothly, his charm oozing effortlessly. "Tell me, Luna, what brings you to Paris?"

Luna sighed inwardly, steeling herself against his charm offensive. "Just a getaway with friends," she replied vaguely, keeping her responses guarded.

Lucien's smile widened, his interest clearly piqued. "Ah, friends," he mused, his gaze flickering momentarily with curiosity. "And what about romance? Surely a woman as captivating as you must have a special someone."

Luna's pulse quickened as she sensed his approach, her composure faltering for a brief moment. "I do," she confessed quietly, her eyes meeting his with unwavering honesty. "I'm in a happy and committed relationship."

Lucien's demeanor shifted imperceptibly, a fleeting shadow crossing his features before he masked it with practiced ease. "Yet, here we are," he remarked lightly, his tone teasing yet probing. "You can't deny the attraction between us, Luna."

Frustrated by his persistence and still reeling from the horrors of the previous night, Luna felt a surge of defiance rising within her. "Except for the fact that I just mentioned being in a happy, healthy relationship," she retorted, her voice tinged with unexpected boldness, "you're in love with another girl and you use other girls to try to forget about her."

The words hung in the air, creating a tense silence that seemed to echo in the bustling café. Luna realized the weight of what she had just revealed. Her powers, heightened by recent events, had inadvertently allowed her to sense Lucien's thoughts and emotions. The revelation struck a nerve, unsettling both Lucien and herself.

Lucien's expression darkened momentarily, a flicker of something dangerous glinting in his eyes before he swiftly regained his composure. "You're quite perceptive," he replied smoothly, though his tone carried an edge of caution.

Before Lucien could say more, Luna rose gracefully from her seat, her gaze meeting his with a mix of resolve and uncertainty. "Good day," she said firmly, her tone indicating the conversation was over.

With that, Luna turned and briskly walked away from the table, leaving Lucien to ponder her words. She could feel his eyes on her back as she navigated through the café patrons and out into the bustling streets of Paris. The encounter had left her with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and questions, but for now, she needed to retreat and collect her thoughts.

Back at the hotel room she shared with Stiles and Isaac, Luna recounted the unsettling encounter with Lucien. "He´s here!," she began, her voice betraying a mixture of frustration and apprehension. She proceeded to recount the eerie exchange with Lucien Castle, unsure of what implications it might have for their time in Paris.

"We need a plan," Stiles declared, breaking the tense silence that had settled over the room.

Isaac nodded in agreement, his voice firm. "We can't ignore what happened tonight. That guy, whoever he is, seemed... different."

Luna, her thoughts still reeling, rubbed her temples wearily. "I know. But what can we do? We can't just avoid him forever."

Stiles glanced between his friends, his mind racing with possibilities. "Maybe we should reach out to someone who knows more about these... supernatural things," he suggested tentatively, eyes settling on Luna.

Luna hesitated, considering their options carefully. "We could... but who?" she mused aloud, her gaze flickering to the laptop where Marcel's face had just vanished from the screen.

Isaac leaned forward, a determined gleam in his eyes. "What about Damon and Stefan? They've dealt with vampires before. They might have some insight."

Luna shook her head adamantly, a hint of worry creasing her brow. "No, we can't involve them. They'll never let us travel alone again if they find out."

Stiles sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Then who? Bonnie, maybe? She could help.”

Luna just shakes her head, “She will tell Damon”

Stiles looks confused and Isaac explains, “Theyre a thing…kind of”

Isaac suggested Klaus, given Klaus's reputation and experience as an Original vampire.

"Klaus?" Luna hesitated, her mind racing through the potential consequences of involving someone so powerful and unpredictable. "Are you sure about this, Isaac? Klaus is... well, he's Klaus."

Isaac nodded. "We don't have a lot of options, Luna. If anyone can help us, it's him."

Taking a deep breath, Luna eventually dialed Klaus's number. The phone rang a few times, each ring amplifying her anxiety, before the familiar, smooth yet dangerous voice answered.

"Luna Salvatore," Klaus drawled, curiosity evident in his tone. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Luna cleared her throat, trying to keep her voice steady. "Klaus, I need your help. It's about Lucien."

There was a brief pause before Klaus responded, his interest clearly piqued. "Lucien Castle? My first sire? What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into, Luna?"

"It's a long story," Luna said quickly. "But I need to erase his memory of me. It's urgent."

Klaus chuckled softly. "Erasing memories, is it? That's quite the task. Hold on, I have just the person who might be able to assist you."

There was a rustling sound on the other end of the line before a new voice came on—Kol Mikaelson, Klaus's brother, known for his expertise in magic.

"Luna," Kol greeted, his tone light and teasing. "What kind of mischief have you been up to?"

Luna sighed in relief. "Kol, I need to erase Lucien's memory of me. Can you help?"

Kol's tone turned serious. "Erasing memories is a tricky business, Luna. You can do it, but it requires utmost precision. One wrong detail, one slip, and the consequences could be dire. You might fail entirely, or worse, cause irreversible damage."

Luna swallowed hard, the weight of Kol's warning sinking in. "I understand. But I don't have a choice. I need to do this."

"Very well," Kol replied. "Just remember, be precise. Leave nothing to chance."

"I will. Thank you, Kol," Luna said, determination replacing her anxiety. She ended the call, her mind racing with the instructions and warnings.

Isaac and Stiles watched her expectantly. "Well?" Stiles asked.

Luna took a deep breath. "Kol said I can do it, but it has to be precise. One mistake and it could all go wrong."

"Then let's make sure you don't make any mistakes," Isaac said firmly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We'll get through this together."

Armed with a plan, they tracked down Lucien at another club the following night. The club pulsed with music and energy, a stark contrast to Luna’s racing thoughts. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, and made her way towards Lucien. Stiles and Isaac positioned themselves strategically within the crowd, their eyes never leaving Luna.

Lucien noticed her approach, his interest piqued. "Back for more, Luna?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

Luna forced a smile, hiding her anxiety. "I just couldn't resist the allure of this place. Mind if I join you?"

Lucien gestured to the seat beside him, his eyes glittering with curiosity. "By all means. Tell me, what brings you back to my company?"

Following Kol's instructions, Luna began to weave her tale. "I was just thinking about our last conversation," she said carefully. "It's funny, I feel like we've known each other for ages. Sometimes I forget the details of how we met."

Lucien leaned in, intrigued. "Oh? And how did we meet, exactly?"

Luna’s heart pounded, but she kept her voice steady. "It was at that little café, remember? You were sitting alone, looking out of place, and I thought I'd keep you company."

Lucien’s brow furrowed slightly. "Was it? I seem to recall it differently."

Luna laughed lightly, subtly guiding the conversation. "You know how memories can be. They get jumbled. But what's important is the present, right?"

As she spoke, she channeled the magic Kol had taught her, carefully weaving her words to alter Lucien’s memories. Each sentence was deliberate, designed to erase her presence from his mind without raising his suspicions.

The minutes dragged on, feeling like hours. Luna’s pulse raced with each calculated word, her concentration unwavering. She saw Lucien’s expression shift imperceptibly, the sharp focus in his eyes dulling as the magic took hold.

Lucien blinked, a moment of confusion passing over his features. "Strange, I could’ve sworn we met under different circumstances," he muttered.

Luna forced another smile, sensing success. "Memories are funny like that," she said softly. "Well, I should get going. It was nice chatting with you."

Lucien nodded absently, his mind already elsewhere. "Until next time, then."

Luna turned and walked away, her legs feeling like jelly. She quickly found Stiles and Isaac, who had been watching anxiously.

"Did it work?" Isaac asked, his voice low and tense.

"I think so," Luna replied, her relief palpable. "He didn’t seem to remember anything."

They left the club cautiously optimistic, though the weight of uncertainty still lingered. The bustling streets of Paris felt more chaotic than ever, the night air thick with the promise of both danger and adventure.

As they walked back to their hotel, Luna couldn’t shake the feeling that their summer in Paris was about to get a lot more complicated. The city’s lights sparkled around them, but beneath the surface, shadows loomed.

"Here's to hoping for a quieter day tomorrow," Stiles quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

Isaac chuckled. "Yeah, because that ever happens with us."

Luna smiled, though her mind was already racing with thoughts of what might come next. "Let’s just get some rest. We’ll deal with whatever happens when it happens."

Back in their hotel room, they collapsed onto their beds, the events of the night swirling in their minds. They knew their troubles with Lucien Castle might not be over, but for now, they celebrated a small victory in the heart of Paris.

[non-conventionnel]

Excerpt from the historical novel, Memories of Recurrent Echoes by Anton Sammut

…On arrival at Orly Airport, Fritz and his sister Magda hired a taxi which drove them to the City of Paris. The first Parisian landmark that caught their eye was the majestic Eiffel Tower and in the background, on a distant hill, the white Church of Montmartre. They immediately opted that their hotel could wait and asked the driver to take them around the city, though they knew that this would cost them a whole day’s budget.

The River Seine fascinated them, too, with boatloads of tourists all eager to see as much as they could. They also admired a number of bridges amongst which the flamboyant Pont Alexandre III. The driver, a friendly, balding man of about fifty, with moustaches à la Clemenceau, informed them that quite nearby there’s the famous Pont Neuf which, ironically, was the first to be built way back in 1607. With very broken English, he explained that Paris was divided into twenty Arrondissements: from the Louvre, to the last one which contained the famous Père Lachaise Cemetery. On their way to the fifteenth quarter of Montparnasse, where they were to lodge, the driver affably explained which were the most interesting quarters, particularly the seventh one that hosted the Eiffel Tower and the Hôtel des Invalides, which guards Napoleon’s tomb. The eighth one was notorious, the seat of the haute couture as well as the area of the Champs Elysées. The ninth and tenth quarters were famous for the nightlife with countless cabarets, erotic clubs and bordellos concentrated mostly in Pigalle. The eighteenth quarter could be deemed as the tourists’ paradise, the notorious Montmartre, famous for its refined bistros and for what once was the Mecca of the great artists…

…In the meantime, Fritz and Magda arrived at their three-star hotel, appositely chosen for economical reasons. Once inside, Fritz rushed to the bathroom for a well-earned shower, knowing too well that were his sister to precede him he would have to wait ages before she came out.

At about seven in the evening, the twins took the metro, their destination the Champ de Mars, in the vicinity of the Eiffel Tower; dropped in at a bistro, and enjoyed a delightful meal à la Parisienne. At about nine, the Eiffel Tower was illuminated to vie with the silvery stars seemingly multicoloured light-bulbs lit on earth. Here they strolled for another two hours, at times stopping to light a cigarette, and then they headed for Pigalle, moved on to the Moulin Rouge, booked two tickets for the cabaret show on the following Saturday, and went to another nightclub where they spent the rest of the night in lascivious abandon. Magda hooked up with a pretty tourist-girl and when Fritz saw his sister revelling in that Dionysian oasis conveniently agreed to go his way and meet her later…

…They entered the hotel at almost dawn, physically exhausted, and woke up at four the next afternoon. In the evening they toured the Montparnasse area, then headed for Montmartre and visited other locations which had once hosted celebrated cabarets full of erotic dancers, some of whom were immortalised in paintings by Toulouse-Lautrec. That evening they hit it off with a group of friendly French bon vivants including a number of girls. Fritz was not going to miss his chance and he was soon making overtures to one of them called Colette. “…Vous êtes ravissante. Je voudrais faire votre connaissance. Voulez-vous venir avec moi pour un café?” Fritz didn’t seem to understand, but he was sure that she was all set to conquer him…

[shadowland]

guinnevere by csn / Elizabeth: The Golden Age (2007) / Jean-François Jalabert, Galatée (detail) / BEAUTY by Rino Stefano Tagliafierro, Ophelia (1851-52), John Everett Millais / a song for jenny by humble pie / Joni Mitchell Led Zeppelin's California / Laetitia Casta wearing the iconic wedding dress made of roses during the Yves Saint Laurent fashion show, 1999 / L’Epistre d’Othea, 15th century (tree person painting) / going to california by led zeppelin / the rain, the park and other things by the cowsills / 'For the Roses' felt pen artwork of Judy Collins in the dressing room by Joni Mitchell / Judy Collins © artpepper.net / going to california by led zeppelin / Vogue Hong Kong 'Armour of Corture', March 2022 Model: Lauren Ernwein Photographer: Szilveszter Mako / Joni Mitchell, November 1970 © Joel Bernstein / Joni Mitchell, 1968 © Tom O'Neal / "East of the Sun and West of the Moon", by Kay Nielsen, 1914 / lady jane by the rolling stones / Mounia closing Yves Saint Laurent’s Spring/Summer 1982 Haute Couture show / Vogue Hong Kong 'Armor of Corture' March 2022 / Yves Saint Laurent on Dim Dam Dom (1968) / english rose by the jam / Yves Saint Laurent, Wedding Bikini, 1968 / Mary Magdalene, polychrome wood sculpture, Augsburg 1515-1520 musee du louvre / Lord of The Rings / Clive Arrowsmith Dress by Frank Usher (Queen 1970)

[aurevoirmonty]

Pierre Bergé, cofondateur et ancien président-directeur général d’Yves Saint Laurent, de Courrier international, fondateur de Pierre Bergé & Associés, de la Fondation Pierre-Bergé - Yves-Saint-Laurent, de l’Institut français de la mode, ancien président de la Fédération de la haute couture et de la mode, de Sidaction, du magazine Têtu, du Comité de développement et de promotion du textile et de l’habillement, de l’Union française des arts du costume, de l’Opéra de Paris, ambassadeur de bonne volonté de l’UNESCO, ancien président du conseil de surveillance du Monde, ancien administrateur du Centre national d’art et de culture Georges-Pompidou et de l’Établissement public du musée du Louvre.

[jessicaminhanh]

Jessica Minh Anh reimagines Paris as the runway

The legendary fashion show producer combined runways, presentations, and campaigns into one unique production at iconic locations during Paris Fashion Week Haute Couture.

Erase any preconceived notions of conventional catwalk presentations from your mind. The eminent fashion show producer, Jessica Minh Anh, has astutely redefined the contemporary fashion showcase. She has seamlessly amalgamated traditional runways, presentations, and campaigns into an unparalleled production, and it unfolded simultaneously at multiple iconic locations throughout Paris during Paris Fashion Week Haute Couture.

Renowned for her historic fashion events at the world's most iconic monuments and sustainable energy sites, Jessica transformed Paris' landmarks on the 25th of January, 2024, into a grand fusion of fashion, architecture, culture, and artistic expression. The event followed Jessica’s Sky-High Ocean Catwalk in Rio de Janeiro just a month earlier. 

This remarkable production featured models elegantly striding against the backdrop of cinematic masterpieces, including the Eiffel Tower, Louvre, Pont Alexandre III, Seine River, and Place Vendome, all on a single day. This strategic feat aimed to showcase creative designs from diverse continents while offering a fresh perspective on the beloved City of Lights.

Romane Ouisse, Event & PR Manager of KEVIN.MURPHY France, enthused, "This event injected unprecedented vibrancy into the fashion industry, and we are immensely proud to have been a part of it. Jessica Minh Anh is not only a visionary with extraordinary concepts but also a masterful executor, turning the seemingly impossible into reality. She makes this collaboration even more challenging and exciting for KEVIN.MURPHY!"

The J Winter Fashion Show 2024 seamlessly blended transparent rooftop buses and iconic locations to unveil a diverse array of collections from Europe, Asia, and the Middle East. With innovative transitions reminiscent of popular social media platforms, Jessica expertly connected with the younger generation. The spectacle featured classic catwalk photography, captivating fashion films, and digital trends, engaging millions of fashion enthusiasts globally.

Vincent Durand, CEO of Bus Toqué Paris, admired the logistical precision required to orchestrate this extraordinary event, stating, "Coordinating such a multifaceted production could have been a logistical challenge, given its complexity. We were thoroughly impressed with Jessica Minh Anh's efficient execution, which brought it all to life within just six hours. We provided two luxury buses to support her production, and we found that Jessica's energy, creativity, and message perfectly aligned with our company's vision to deliver an unforgettable Parisian experience."

The fashion extravaganza showcased the enchanting creations of Chotronette, a Romanian powerhouse renowned for conjuring an imaginative universe inspired by "la vie en rose." Each ensemble was a breathtaking rendition of twentieth-century ball gowns, artfully combining tulle, florals, and vibrant color palettes to create a tapestry of art and cinematic allure.

OTKUTYR Fashion House from Saudi Arabia, a long-time collaborator in Jessica Minh Anh's Catwalk-On-Water series in Paris, captivated the audience with an exceptional pret-a-couture collection. More than a fashion brand, OTKUTYR serves as a collaborative hub committed to eco-friendly techniques such as upcycling, setting a global example for sustainable fashion practices.

The collection harmoniously merged timeless elegance with a contemporary Arab twist, challenging conventional gender norms with tailored men's style suits for women adorned with statement bows. Jessica herself graced the catwalk in a signature maroon body-hugging dress, meticulously hand-embroidered with 100 roses, accentuating the intricacies of the female form.

Making their debut in Jessica's production, Melissia brand from Kuwait presented luxurious abaya designs crafted with premium fabrics and impeccable tailoring. These designs seamlessly blended tradition with contemporary styles, reflecting the rich cultural heritage of the region while catering to modern tastes.

Last but certainly not least, Vietnamese luxury fashion house, Tracy Studio, unveiled a collection named "The Silk Road: From East to West." Tracy Studio's designs epitomized a captivating fusion of craftsmanship and tailoring, portraying confident and elegant women with timeless beauty transcending generations. The collection included strapless dresses, capes, unique necklines, and shoulder pairings, encapsulating the essence of femininity.

Jessica Minh Anh expressed her love for Tracy Studio, saying, "Tracy Studio's unwavering commitment to craftsmanship excellence impressed me. The brand masterfully incorporated embroidery, rhinestones, and beading to create a harmonious fashion symphony." Their modernized rendition of the Vietnamese famous Ao Dai, a sparkling blue structured dress worn by Jessica Minh Anh, not only accentuated her stunning silhouette but also embodied the spirit of cultural exchange and beauty.

Reviving the big frizzy curly fever from the 90s, KEVIN.MURPHY's artistic team was responsible for Jessica Minh Anh's charismatic coiffure. As a hair brand with a strong fashion DNA, this marked the second collaboration between KEVIN.MURPHY and Jessica Minh Anh, following the phenomenal success of J Spring Fashion Show 2022 on the Liquefied Natural Gas cruise ship Costa Toscana in Portofino, Italy.

J Winter Fashion Show 2024 received invaluable support from Paris J'Adore Hotel and IWG group's Spaces Opéra Garnier, where Jessica's dedicated team worked tirelessly around the clock to bring this unique production to life.

Jessica Minh Anh's Winter Fashion Show 2024 transcended the realm of fashion; it was a testament to creativity, diversity, and inclusivity, featuring models and designs from different ethnicities. This milestone event marked Jessica's 30th innovative production since her history-making catwalk on England's iconic London Tower Bridge in 2011.

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