When Jean Paul Gaultier went to work, and pencil, his collection of haute couture many dreams, paradise and hell come to your head. But among them, would not be Amy Winehouse. But life divas commands and when they leave, they deserve an ode.
Felicitous or not, is worthy the memory that makes a genius, sometimes bloody, a diva, always cursed. His music played in the background, her hair again and again strolled down the catwalk, his cigarette in his hand hanging from the delicate hands of the models ...
And some looks we have reminded the broken voice of the soul. Maybe go too soon or too late once made and the collection makes this a disjointed succession of styles, shapes, figures that do not totally convinced. Sometimes we see Amy, others totally away from it.
As the models came to shreds with broken gangster costumes, misplaced, as the life and soul of Amy.
At times we see it at all, at other times we miss and do not find it. But always there and always be by Gaultier.
Some are already screaming that Amy is not exactly the best inspiration for haute couture. She was more of the underworld, but that's what I like about this parade. That someone incursions into separate collections of Fred Perry certainly mattered rather little showbiz fashion and haute couture, becomes his muse in his diva and its soundtrack. A soundtrack that is, of course, refusing to rehabilitation.
Your 50's look, skirts pipes, poles and braces flooded the room while they did their bass notes in the ears of the audience. And his hair, all colors, skyrocketed to heaven, where hopefully you are giving staff cooing and teasing with her figure, word, and politically incorrect pose.
Whether or not couture? What would the interest, the protagonist? ... Surely it would not matter. But we do not What do you think? Has been tuned or detuned Gaultier with discordant notes?