Homo Faber, the human condition owes them so much, and we do not know them, these invisible hands that make haute couture. Hands of the first workshops and others, patients patients, virtuosos, who sew, cut, embroider, hands connected to proud hearts to perform their exceptional task, hands and hearts from which the inlaid cape of a fantastic landscape will however be uprooted At the Ferdinand Hodler, the Beige Mohair jacket reborn with brass glitter, the organza dress printed with a dreamlike flora enhanced with gold pigments, the jacquard dress and gazar with pale orange flowering. Dispossessed of so poetic, graceful and extravagant clothes that they imposed silence during the Valentino presentation. So, to console these hearts linked to these anonymous hands, Pierpaolo Piccioli made them scroll after their clothes, and I am not exaggerating if I tell you that the room was in tears. Gratitude. Élisabeth Fif
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