When the Fashion Police meets Anna Wintour!
18h30 Paris - Place Vendôme : a black limousine with smoked windows stops in front of the Ritz ... Down a little good woman of just 1.60m, pale complexion, blow-dry Playmobil, XXL fly glasses, short coat by 30 ° (that c 'is a fashion challenge while I liquefy visibly). Yes that's good, she the fashion poppy, Anna Wintour. Adored by one, feared by others, Anna Wintour has reigned for 20 years on the magazine Vogue US, and by extension on the world of fashion. Colder than the iron lady, less smiling than Kristen Stewart (that is to say, his zygomatic have not been much sought after for 20 years, which may explain his face wax more than 60 years).
An iron fist in a velvet glove, Anna (as her friends call her, that is to say not many people) has her favorites: Jason Wu, Alexander Wang, Christophe Decarnin ... they owe him their career at the same time as their most beautiful publications in the fashion press. With a snap of her finger, she decides who is IN who is OUT and can go get dressed presto in the purgatory of the fashion ...
But back to the serious things, Anna Wintour has no time to lose. Not a look for her fans screaming her name as she rushes through the gate of the Ritz. Valentino, Dior, Chanel ... Anna runs from parade in parade. (Oh little surprise: no Louboutin 15 cm or even Manolo Blahnik but a simpel pair of shoes with small heels)
It was like an apparition ... 30 seconds top chrono, and then goes away ... But the ballet of the limousines continues ... between cut by the rumbling arrival of the black Hummer of Karl Lagerfeld. No fan but a large brooch at the collar of the jacket, and gloves ... It is still 35 ° to the meter and Karl remains unperturbed in 3-piece suit. But how is he doing ???
