At this point, I don’t know if there are any words left to describe Celine Dion at Paris Fashion Week. We’ve already talked about her earnestness and enthusiasm and her giving all the f-cks and how it has made the too-cool assholes that we usually see at fashion week look like goddamn fools. We have already talked about how she’s able to turn the most pedestrian locations, like a door, or the silliest objects, like an Eiffel Tower souvenir, into posing opportunities.
We have already talked about how she owns all the feelings that have ever been felt, and has even invented some new feelings along the way. One feeling that we’ve all been having, that we don’t yet have a name for, is the extraordinary, heart-expanding delight that takes over us when we see Celine being Celine. Is it too much to call this feeling, simply, Celine?
I feel so Celine. So much Celine, especially yesterday seeing these pictures of Celine doing a photo shoot for VOGUE, putting all of her model feelings into every single shot. She is posing here as hard as she sings, as hard as she thumps her chest, as hard as she lunges. As VOGUE says, she wanted “to be treated like a model”. Read the caption:
Please. Her “wish”? Like they’re obliging her? F-ck you, obliging her. They should be so lucky to be in a position to oblige her. On a week when the fashion industry, and in particular Conde Nast, is getting so much sh-t for their practices, thanks to Lucinda Chambers’ scorched earth departure from British Vogue, who else is doing more for fashion week and VOGUE right now than Celine Dion, La Reine des Sentiments?
This photo shoot? It better be a f-cking cover of VOGUE. It better be the cover of the f-cking September issue, even though the timelines might be too tight at this point to turn it around in time. (Unless, of course, it’s Beyoncé.)