Cape Town Collection 2024

Anna photographed by Karl Hab

Paris, France

Oversized, overbooked, over and against all, over too much, I wander with my soul without staggering, lit up, inflamed, scintillating, a little girl leaving my duplex, heading towards the pale early morning that sows trouble on my nocturnal and already forgotten loves.

When others lament, I put on my lamé, I get alarmed, shed a tear hidden behind these formidable glasses to protect myself from this full moon with silver reflections. With a black eye, I graft myself to the night, all claws out, in black and white, I follow the trend in single file, dancing and always in balance, running on a golden thread.

I twirl around, a live wire, never jaded, in this blazer with its crazy allure of golden beauty, it's late, I ride without makeup.

I assume, consume myself, damn myself, a coffee, Madam, please, it is finally time to go to bed, to sink into this leopard softness, I have given everything, the alarm is going to ring. I am alarmed, then get up to better attack the day.