In The Name of Gaurav Gupta, We Slay

A beautiful woman -although clearly a guest- decked out in gold jewelry and a hot pink kaftan is ordering a tech boy around to buff out the black scuff marks on the runway. I have to remind myself to lift my jaw up off the ground. But this is the kind of assertive and bold energy the Gaurav Gupta woman exudes. Fire engine red has never been more sure of itself. 

This is peak couture- no gimmicks, there is a clear audience, there is a fluid and perfectly executed signature visual language that is not reinventing the wheel, but is definitely kicking it up a notch. This glamorous iteration of sultry could quickly lean pageant queen worn by an unworthy contender. 

There are no clever theatrics, but ample drama nonetheless. Gupta is master of his craft, domain, and maybe today at the American church in Paris he is closer to God than the rest of us. Does that make Bella Thorne his Mary Magdalene? She dotes “So beautiful!  Gorgeous! I’m going to wear all of them.” Ok, girl.

 

Rianna Murray

American in Paris. Interested in Art and Fashion.

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