Thursday, January 19, 7 p.m.
Not far from the Place de la République, where the demonstrators met earlier, you have to walk up the ramps of a parking lot in the 11th arrondissement to access the
Dries Van Noten
parade .
At each landing, a trolley filled with fresh Jupiler (a Belgian beer) awaits the guests, who do not shy away from their pleasure.
On the top floor, synthesizers and drums.
In front of a standing audience like a rock concert, the Flemish master delivers a copy of which he has the secret: the costumes are precise with their marked shoulders and pinched waists, the generous overcoats (including a polo-coat, this belted double-breasted camel coat, most successful), functional parkas, and ubiquitous abstract or nature-inspired patterns.
Pure Dries, very desirable.
Unfortunately, the machine jams, the constructions become more complicated, the superimpositions become more and more improbable, when lace bodysuits slip under shirts and
varsity jackets
slip on...
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