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 restless ascent,
until the final brilliance.
« For Rolland, Couture doesn’t dress: it orchestrates vertigo. »
CHIKH Larbi, for www.the-8th-art.com
Crédit photo: FHCM.
