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Celine Dion is known for to have a penchant for haute couture, but her latest look is extremely stripped down. Included in series of Instagram posts by Vogue magazine is a photo of the singer baring it all. Dion is shown nude, sitting in a chair, arms folded as she holds a white garment.
â€œHereâ€™s a little naked fact to ponder while Celine Dion changes looks between shows: for the past five years she has worn haute couture near exclusively for her own performances (in Las Vegas and on her current â€˜mini-tourâ€™ of Europe),â€ the caption read. â€œShe performs a minimum two hours a night, five or six nights a week, dancing and curtseying and generally gesticulating sans abandon, in handmade, hand-beaded delicacies designed solely to walk a catwalk or a carpet (and often with handlers).â€
For Celineâ€™s orders, the houses send teams to Nevada for typically three fittings, before the garments are ultimately finished in her local, private atelier. Armani Prive, Schiaparelli, Giambattista Valli, Versace…only a partial list.
In Vegas, Velcro panels are added to allow for her ribcage to expand or for a quick outfit change. Micro straps of elasticized chiffon prevent a slit from becoming a sloppy situation mid-squat. Shoesâ€”always heels, never platformsâ€”are ordered one size smaller (she is normally a 38) and refitted with metal shanks. Says Celine, â€œWe have to make haute couture industrial.â€ And, more enigmatically: â€œThe clothes follow me; I do not follow the clothes.â€ Which is to say: the haute couture, with all its fragility and handcraft, has to perform professionally for Ms. Dion. And privately as well.
Years ago, Celine bought a classic little black dress from the Christian Dior atelier when the house was overseen by John Galliano. It is simple, falling to mid-calf, and narrow as can be with just a hint of stretch. It requires a minimum of jewellery, a statement bracelet or perhaps one of the major diamond rings she designed with her late husband Rene Angelil: two pear cuts set in a wide pave band, or two hearts of diamond and emerald abstractly interlocking, on a cushion of yet more diamonds. This LBD forces you to walk one foot in front of the other. This is a dress Celine knows well and clearly loves, the simplest evocation of the private luxury of couture and the total antithesis of the red carpet hoopla that attends the union of fashion and celebrity. It is also the dress she wore to Reneâ€™s funeral.
â€œWhat is making the people who are interested in fashion now interested in me when I have always been interested in fashion?â€ So asks Celine Dion en route to the Christian Dior haute couture show, security guards in tow. She wears a tunic and mid-calf skirt, tucked and belted and elevated by thigh high black boots. She has done her own makeupâ€”as is her way –but her precise and dramatic eye contouring is obscured by the massive Dior gold shades selected by her stylist Law Roach (@luxurylaw). (â€œWhy did you make me wear makeup if I was going to wear glasses like this?â€) Celine began working with Law a little over a year ago, after her husband Rene passed and she began the long road of living again with great loss of a partner (â€œan amazing manâ€) but also the incredible blessing of â€œthe quality of the time we spent together.â€
More on that later. For now, it is enough to know that while Law may have contributed to the answer to Celineâ€™s original question â€“ why Dion mania now? â€“ the answer clearly lies with the lady herself. She keeps a master file divided into mini files of pages torn from magazines. She circles looks from collections special issues, turns down pages, and despairs when a look or accessory is not produced and the sample unbuyable. Celine Dion knows clothes. (She is also at a point in her life where she can enjoy them.
Going to a fashion show â€œgives me a bit of freedom when my life has been work, discipline, hard hard workâ€. Today at @dior there was a little work (celebrity gridlock in and out, intense heat which is never ideal with leather) and a lot of fun. Celine admires Ruth Bellâ€™s gamine crop. â€œI really want a haircut like thatâ€, the flatform boots (â€œthe strength today!â€), a wool coat dress for day with an open asymmetric neckline (â€œlike a calla lilyâ€), the mousseline peering out from the long belted coats. After she said, â€œI forgot the jungle, the theme, I donâ€™t care. I am not buying the animals, the trees. But the clothes,â€ she smiles. â€œI am already broke.â€ More on that later, and the significance of one legendary CD to another….
â€œThey see me; I donâ€™t see them,â€ is Celine Dionâ€™s line on the great blob of paparazzi and fans that follow her everywhere. She gives them any picture they ask for, plus a great many more. Consider an appointment with her at the house of Schiaparelli, where she poses for the creative director Bertrand Guyon on a window sill overlooking the Place Vendome.
She wears a tiny whimsical dress of Swarovski chainmail re-embroidered with yet more crystals and high sparkly Victorian boots â€“ a little Twiggy, a little Tina Turner. Says her dancer, Pepe Munoz: â€œThatâ€™s a rockstar!â€ Says Libby Hahn, who handles public relations for the house: â€œI am fairly certain she was a rockstar before she put on the dress.â€ Says Celineâ€™s own long-time photographer Denise Truscello (a Canadian cinephile with her own rockstar style), thinking of the long lenses poised on the place below: â€œIs the dress pulled down in the back?â€ Says Celine Dion: â€œThey might see my butt, but I donâ€™t think they mind.â€
Celine Dion is frustrated by fashionâ€™s current revolving door policy, the relentless firings and hirings at the top (amen to that!). She is concerned that â€œthe dreamâ€ of elegance is disappearing, for as much fun as she had in her beloved Vetements Titanic sweatshirt (and we have Law Roach for that brilliant post-ironic gesture!), she believes in the magic of hats, gloves and total looks of a world in which Lisa Fonssagrives could step from the pages of Vogue and through the doors of todayâ€™s Ritz.
Mostly, she laments the red carpet hordes with the incessant questions about whose clothes and jewels one is wearing. â€œMineâ€ is her answer. Fashion is public for Celine; jewellery is personal. Sometimes, when she is at home in Las Vegas and missing her partner, Rene, she slips on a caftan and all her jewels, and quietly retreats to her bath, sans children, sans fans, sans circus.
Culled from www.billboardmagazine.com