François Baudot

"When you live for the open blue sky, what else is there to reach for but the stars? There is something of the Peter Pan in Thierry Mugler, the man who sports a blue star under his leather jacket. With his sweet-smelling perfume named after an angel, his empty apartments, his ever-ready travel bag and cameras, he is always on the alert, poised for departure, flitting from one collection to the next in the company of creatures sprung from his imagination: shoulder-padded giantesses, nannies en deshabille, a galaxy of vamps that he is gradually completing with each collection. Liberationists criticize Mugler for making a fetish of woman as the eternally feminine. But there is no one today today who has a better idea of how to dress a woman- not so much man's equal, it seems to him, as man's superior."… (more)