La mode n’inventerait plus rien. Elle ne ferait que recycler, ressusciter, remixer. Elle ne serait plus capable que de farfouiller mélancoliquement – ou hystériquement – dans ses propres archives, dans les greniers de sa gloire et de son inventivité passée…

Fashion seems to no longer invent anything, it only recycles, resurrects, remixes. Apparently it’s only capable of wandering sorrowfully – or hysterically – amongst its own archives, in the attics of its glory and its former creativity. It’s even content to simply recuperate, as they are, forms that it invented ten or twenty years ago at best…