ELEMPERADOR: marzo 2010

and then...

Son las 3pm en Cannes y Audrey Tautou camina la sobre la alfombra roja en un

trajecito impecable de Chanel, con uñas rojas y un peinado muy clásico donde

ningún mechón escapa de su lugar exacto. Cada detalle es femenino y delicado,

casi frágil. Vestida totalmente de negro y con la espalda descubierta, es

imposible ignorar la intensidad de su sensualidad.

Es mediodía en S.I. y me robo 20 minutos en la oficina para ojear una Nylon al lado de la máquina de

café. Yo estoy de cara lavada, con mi más viejo jean, Converse y una

remera con una foto de B.Dylan. Avanzada la revista, en medio

de la colección de invierno de Miu Miu, decidí empezar un blog de esto, de

hacerle yo un nuevo espacio a la moda. Y hete aquí El Emperador.

viernes, 12 de marzo de 2010

It's always a bit discombobulating when people raise their voices in anger because they've gotten wind that designers are making and selling $25,000 dresses. After all, it's not as if the existence of a dress that costs as much as a car negates the availability of cute $25 frocks at Target. And it isn't as though edicts have been issued that all women must now dress like one of the superheroes on Balenciaga's runway.

For personal and sometimes tortured reasons -- I can't have it so no one else can! -- observers declare that they just don't understand the attraction of these strange and expensive clothes. That would be a fair argument if those same complainers lashed out at people who spend thousands of dollars on Redskins season tickets, vintage wines, first-edition books or midlife-crisis cars. But those industries don't stir nearly as much ire from people who are uninterested in them.

Everyone has a passion that is lost on others.