Last Wednesday, the
Viktor & Rolf show
was the icing on the cake of this week of Parisian haute couture.
On the outskirts of the Intercontinental hotel, near the Paris Opera, fans are waiting for Doja Cat, who, after having panicked on social networks two days earlier at the Schiaparelli show in a red dress, her body covered in thousands of rhinestones, appeared this time in an outfit of a little gentleman with an adorable mustache.
But the show was elsewhere.
Under the golds of the room, Viktor Horsting and Rolf Snoeren present “Late Stage Capitalism Waltz” (the waltz of terminally ill capitalism).
Either a collection of
"tulle ball gowns, romantic and magical, evoking the golden age of haute couture in the mid-twentieth century"
Five dresses worthy of the Corolle line by Christian Dior (1947) parade before the duo wrings their necks.
Or rather that he turns them upside down.
With their punk hairpieces, the models in nude satin sheaths and
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