The only print present in Charles de Vilmorin's Haute Couture collection is the monogram of his house: a calligraphy. His name drawn in white chalk as on a school blackboard, here it is printed infinitely.
A magic slate of a fashion prodigy in the midst of a pandemic to lead the mainstream ship.
Lines in motion, frozen at the moment of a click.
The designer's hands move, sway, to mold skirts made from 80-foot pleated tulle, twisting a silk thread to make shadow flowers bloom...
Pleated taffeta, twisted sheath dresses, carnivorous black contrasts with the kaleidoscope of her early designs. Everything swings, everything moves.
Black is like a line on a white page, it's his shadow, it's the first gesture of an independent couture, free and now more than ever the designer wants to present to the new generations an innovative couture, modern and as the true couture requires, all the clothes of the maison are strictly unique and of an extraordinary elegance.