Thierry Mugler surrounded by the models who made him legendary. (Credit: AFP)
Paris, January 1998. In an intimate salon in the French capital, darkness prevailed, almost tickling the ballpoint pens of the most acerbic critics. Then, without warning, yellowish spotlights flickered on. The retro music started, the first glasses of champagne were already sipped. Suddenly, a mystical silhouette appears. Brimming with sensuality, oozing that anxious intoxication that defines the end of the twentieth century, Erica Van Briel swayed slowly in front of the intrigued guests, fascinated by the Belgian brunette’s gestures. Dressed in a translucent gown that she wore like a glittering second skin, the model challenged gazes, minds and the conservative world of fashion at its core. Under the shocked eyes and the crackling flashes, the piece instantly became legendary. The house of Mugler has just entered history, and Anna...
Paris, January 1998. In an intimate salon in the French capital, darkness prevailed, almost tickling the ballpoint pens of the most acerbic critics. Then, without warning, yellowish spotlights flickered on. The retro music started, the first glasses of champagne were already sipped. Suddenly, a mystical silhouette appears. Brimming with sensuality, oozing that anxious intoxication that defines the end of the twentieth century, Erica Van Briel swayed slowly in front of the intrigued guests, fascinated by the Belgian brunette’s gestures. Dressed in a translucent gown that she wore like a glittering second skin, the model challenged gazes, minds and the conservative world of fashion at its core. Under the shocked eyes and the crackling flashes, the piece instantly became legendary. The house of Mugler has just entered history, and Anna...
