Fashion is an excuse. An excuse for approaching a woman, stealing her body, penetrating her gaze, drinking in her quivering skin, her trembling leg, trying to breathe in some of her soul, be it perverse or innocent. Fashion is also an excuse for sculpting strange clothed statues who were longing to move but who are frozen by the camara's shutter. Thanks to photography, fashion is more than fashion: it is a long, great moment of eternity.
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