Woman S/S 11
“Nothing since the deification of the pharaohs could compare to the devotion European and American youth bestowed upon their rock star heroes.”
Michel Houellebecq
Yesterday’s concert ended late. We’re still wandering in the desert where the notes linger on.
It might be the torrid heat that’s making the horizon waver, the hot wind blowing close to the ground, or our thirst scratching like this sand, but what we’re seeing seems to be a mirage!
We see a camp that reminds us of the untamed and cursed magic of the West Coast.
Catapulted into a backstage full of denim and satin, our divas blend real life with the show.
Opposites always attract, but here, public and private come together. Like one’s private life that sneaks onto the stage, lingerie also claims its space. Underwear is shown while costumes are concealed underneath feminine robes.
Figures create shadows that take us back to the seventies, with floor-length skirts and dresses and high-waisted or low-slung wide-legged trousers.
When the blinding sun allows it, we discover that the colors are too dusty or faded and the decorations are too simple to really come from that period.
Leaving this oasis, we will never know if it was a mirage or real, but we do know there was rock.
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