Juana Martin: Andalusian Fervor Juana Martin isn’t showing a collection.She’s celebrating a memory. Black and white dominate.An absolute contrast, like a prayer. Semana Santa runs through her fabrics.Processions, fervor, ruán:sacred symbols become couture. Each silhouette carries a weight.That of Andalusia,that of an identity that refuses to be forgotten. Here, fashion is not a distraction.It’s a …
Franck Sorbier gives nothing away.He doesn’t follow the times: he confronts them. His El Dorado isn’t a promise.It’s a critique.A mirror held up to modern illusions:artificial intelligence, cryptocurrencies, space exploration. Faced with the mirage, he opposes matter.Faced with the virtual, he imposes his hand.Conquistadors and Incas confront each other in his fabrics. Each embroidery is …
Stéphane Rolland doesn’t parade: he composes.Each dress is a score.Each movement, a sustained note. Ravel as a backdrop.Ida Rubinstein as an apparition.Music becomes volume,the garment becomes sculpture. Deep blacks.Incandescent reds.The stage is a dramatic architecture. For Rolland, Couture is not a garment.It’s a theater.A geometry of breath. Everything rises, everything ignites.A Bolero, but in fabric.A …
