Tendance

Céline Dion se dénude pour Vogue

On croyait avoir vu Céline Dion sous toutes ses coutures… eh non, SURPRISE!

Chaud les yeux!

Notre Céline nationale vient d’entamer une tournée en Europe et elle met littéralement le feu partout où elle passe. Petit détour par la fameuse Semaine de la mode de Paris lors du défilé de la maison Christian Dior Haute Couture et hop, Céline nous surprend une fois de plus en acceptant de poser nue pour le magazine Vogue.

Oui, oui, je vous entends d’ici: «Coudonnnc, Céline se lâche lousse ces temps-ci! Qu’est-ce qui se passe avec elle?»

OUI, ça fait du bien. ENFIN! A new day has comeeeee. Nul doute, Céline est une toute nouvelle femme. Non mais, quand même, est-ce que je peux lui ressembler lorsque je vais approcher la cinquantaine..?

Here’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 « mini-tour » of Europe). She 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). For Celine’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. Everyone, basically. 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. Shoes—always heels, never platforms—are ordered one size smaller (she is normally a 38) and refitted with metal shanks. Says Celine, « We have to make haute couture industrial. » And, more enigmatically: « The clothes follow me; I do not follow the clothes. » 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 jewelry, 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 Rene’s funeral. #CelineTakesCouture Photo by @sophfei.

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Assise sur une chaise dans le dres­sing de sa chambre d’hô­tel, les jambes et bras croisés, la tête posée sur sa main, Céline dévoile à Vogue (et à ses fans aux quatre coins de la Terre) sa tenue d’Ève.

Un cliché unique d’une Céline Dion bien pensive qui laisse deviner le corps de la chanteuse internationale! Beau, sans être provocant… Céline ose, simplement.

Celine Dion doesn’t try to hide her feelings. Her candor is one of her many charms, coupled with lovely manners and an emotional transparency that’s unique in anyone (let alone a global popstar for over 30 years). Last year at the haute couture show for Giambattista Valli, she sang, clapped, oohed and cooed, before ultimately going backstage post-show to weep with Giamba and his mama. « No one else was applauding, » she recalls slightly sheepishly as she waits to enter the Petit Palais for this summer’s Valli catwalk. She is joined by a featured dancer in her European show by the name of Pepe Munoz. Pepe is a Spaniard, originally from Malaga; he is also a budding fashion illustrator (@pepemunozillustrations). Celine was introduced to Pepe by Las Vegas show folks she knows through her butler’s wife, who is a dancer herself. (« All the people I meet, » says Dion of her Vegas social life, « are acrobats, dancers, or divers. That’s family. ») Now the two are fast pals, inseparable onstage (her in a jeweled, super-heroic unitard, him in his basic helpless hotness) and off. And so when, this season, Celine decides to express her exuberant enthusiasm for Valli’s work it is by making flamenco hand signals to Pepe, who is across the aisle, and his front row neighbors, actress Rossy de Palma and the esteemed Spanish choreographer Blanca Li. And there are far too many runway winners to count. A delicate tiny floral tee-shirt of fully embroidered tulle worn with a collar or harness of black pailettes. Ball dresses of chantilly lace, pleated tulle, or broderie anglais, cut high in the front, trained in the back. This is a full-on Celine show in every sense. Celine’s hands are twirling; Pepe’s hands are Voguing; Rossy is inexplicably doing scissor kicks…. The models (the lucky ones!) are gliding by in ballet shoes, but the dancing is all going down in the seats. When it ends, Pepe is in tears. Blanca is in heaven. And Celine is saying that next year, if she is on tour in Europe, she will ask to have the whole week of the shows off from performing. « But they won’t let me, » she laughs, « for fear I will spend too much money! » #CelineTakesCouture Photographed by @denisetruscello.

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Depuis les cinq dernières années, Céline Dion n’a porté que de la haute couture pour ses concerts. «Nous devrions faire de la haute couture industrielle». De manière plus énigmatique elle poursuit : «Ce sont les vêtements qui me suivent, ce n’est pas moi qui suis les vêtements»,

Elle se confie aussi à Vogue sur son styliste Law Roach, qui ne fait vraiment pas l’unanimité autour du globe, ses secrets de coulisse ainsi que sa relation avec les médias/paparazzis/fans.

« They see me; I don’t see them, » is Celine Dion’s line on the great blob of paparazzi and fans that follows her everywhere. She gives them any picture they ask for, plus a great many more. Consider an appointment with 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–a little Twiggy, a little Tina Turner. Says her dancer Pepe Munoz: « That’s a rockstar! » Says Libby Hahn, who handles public relations for the house: « I am fairly certain she was a rockstar before she put on the dress. » Says Celine’s own longtime photographer Denise Truscello (a Canadian cinephile with her own rockstar style), thinking of the long lenses poised on the place below: « Is the dress pulled down in the back? » Says Celine Dion: « They might see my butt, but I don’t think they mind. » #CelineTakesCouture Photographed by @denisetruscello

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D’ailleurs, elle ne manque pas de dévoiler l’histoire d’une certaine petite robe noire achetée il y a des années, «une robe qu’elle connaît par cœur et qu’elle adore, qui représente ce qu’il y a de plus simple dans le luxe de la haute couture, et qui est à l’opposé du bling des tapis rouges. C’est aussi cette robe qu’elle portait aux funérailles de René.»

Celine Dion is frustrated by fashion’s current revolving door policy, the relentless firings and hirings at the top (amen to that!). She is concerned that « the dream » 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 believe 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 today’s Ritz. Mostly she laments the red carpet hordes with the incessant questions about whose clothes and jewels one is wearing. « Mine » is her answer. Fashion is public for Celine; jewelry 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. #CelineTakesCouture Photo by @sophfei.

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À 49 ans, Céline Dion n’a rien à envier aux autres. Elle est plus sexy que jamais!

« What is making the people who are interested in fashion now interested in me when I have always been interested in fashion? » 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 makeup–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). (« Why did you make me wear makeup if I was going to wear glasses like this? ») 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 (« an amazing man ») but also the incredible blessing of « the quality of the time we spent together. » More on that later. For now it is enough to know that while Law may have contributed to the answer to Celine’s original question–why dion mania now?–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 « gives me a bit of freedom when my life has been work, discipline, hard hard work. ») 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 Bell’s gamine crop (« I really want a haircut like that »), the flatform boots (« the strength today! »), a wool coat dress for day with an open assymetric neckline (« like a calla lily »), the mousseline peering out from the long belted coats. After she said, « I forgot the jungle, the theme, I don’t care. I am not buying the animals, the trees. But the clothes? » she smiles. « I am already broke. » More on that later, and the significance of one legendary CD to another…. #CelineTakesCouture Photo by @sophfei.

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Danse lascive

Plus tôt la semaine dernière, c’est du côté de Bordeaux que Céline faisait les manchettes alors que son numéro pour la pièce Le Ballet a fait bien des vagues chez ses admirateurs: accompagnée d’un sosie de Patrick Swayze dans Dirty Dancing, musclé et très hot, c’est une Céline Dion totalement sensuelle qu’on a vue sur scène lors d’une chorégraphie très sexy (et que dire de sa tenue couleur chair ornée de paillettes)!

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