Elsa Schiaparelli is the opposite of Cinderella, rising from the ashes of the fireplace to become a star.
Her innate elegance, the ease of her surroundings, her sense of delicate luxury, her avant-garde audacity, her surreal friendships, her dreams that took shape in manifest dresses with dazzling humor, forged her legend and its heritage with generations of designers, from Givenchy to Alaïa, from Sonia Rykiel to John Galliano.
It remains, as demonstrated by the red carpet of the last Cannes Film Festival, of an intact modernity, at a time when all transgressions are nevertheless permitted.
Nothing
surprising
in fact, the woman's body is a theater that she awakens with her intuitions, embroidered to the tips of her fingernails.
Intensely poetic
Dali the brilliant draftsman with twisted eroticism, Cocteau with mythological profiles who signed his cloud blue evening jacket from autumn 1937 with a star, Jean-Michel Frank who designed his shop at 21 place Vendôme in a bird cage, Meret Oppenheim and her silky sensuality...
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