Fashion Week Paris 2022 Septembre | DRAGON | Fashion Week Paris 2022 Louvre
THE woman similar to THE DRAGON. Above the low, glossy black lacquer table, the tender whiteness of the airline ticket stood out next to a serving bottle of sake and an ochoko[1]. The rain sounded, pretending to drown out the voice of Lie To Me[2], and percussed in the meninges of both as if it were a concern of the nippy Roland TR-808 and TR-909 rhythm boxes, vital in electronic music. And there, there they were, turn to face, without smoke, without others to fill a non-existent track or MDMA to cloud their reasoning or neon lights to illuminate them. -Is that all? -Monique finally blurted out, in cool Japanese, in imitation of the water dancing just about the torii of Itsukushima Shrine. Her ask was not answered taking into consideration words flowing from Stas lips, but behind his court case of disturbing his feet on the tatami to withdraw. For a few seconds, brief, intense and bitter, comparable to the taste of the dregs of her last mug of tea, she remained motionless, ...