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Celine Dion se atreve a salir desnuda para Vogue a sus 49 años

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jueves 6, julio 2017 - 3:24 pm

La reconocida cantante Celine Dion decidió despojarse de todas las prendas y mostrarse en su mejor piel. Todo para la revista Vogue.

En una serie de fotos publicadas en la cuenta de Instagram de la revista se puede ver a la canadiense camabiándose de ropa en casi a cada momento del día, pero, sin duda, la que más llama la atención es aquella donde se le ve sin ropa, sentada en una silla blanca, enmedio de un camerino y meditando.

“Aquí hay un hecho un poco de desnudo para reflexionar aunque Celine Dion se cambia la ropa entre espectáculos: durante los últimos cinco años ella ha vestido casi exclusivamente alta costura para sus presentaciones (en Las Vegas y en su reciente ‘minitour’ por Europa)”, se lee en la publicación.

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“La ropa me sigue; yo no sigo a la ropa”, ha dicho Dion en las mismas imágenes.

 


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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“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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In the minutes before her show at the AccorHotels Arena at Bercy, Celine Dion is presented with an award by the French division of Sony for her 2016 francophone release Encore un soir. Dion thanks the clutch of executives assembled avec champagne and macaroons in the green room (hell, this is Paris after all) and reminds them quietly that this award means even so much more because the recording was her first without Rene and made during the most raw and difficult of times. Now it is a “diamond,” meaning it has sold over 500k in France. Actually it has sold over 800k, and this is at a time when, hello, NO ONE BUYS RECORDS ANYMORE. Except for people in France who adore Celine, that is, nearly 20k of which are soon singing along—every lyric, every song—to their beloved diva. For a stadium show it is an extremely personal affair—everyone cries!—and never more so than when Dion’s three sons make an appearance, via projection, during her cover of Michael Jackson’s Black or White. Rene-Charles, aged 16, raps the King of Pop’s spoken word bits, and when he is finished the twins, Nelson and Eddy, make a smiling cameo. Her children are not in the business–“I am not that kind of mother”–but they travel with her on tour and share some of her passions. Rene-Charles loves music and shoes (“the apple did not fall far from the tree”) and, like her, habitually over-packs. On this tour he has brought 70 pairs of sneakers. The 6-year-old twins Nelson and Eddy love to dress up, as kids do, and recently asked to have their hair cut and styled like James Brown. Yes, that James Brown. Tres difficile! Fun fact: It was Nelson and Eddy’s love of Disney-era Zendaya that made Celine aware of the stylish teen star. She then clocked Z’s picture on the red carpet and in magazines. So she googled “who is Zendaya’s stylist,” as one does, and found Law Roach. Yes, that actually happened. #CelineTakesCouture Photographed by @denisetruscello

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“I want to be treated like a model,” was the one condition Celine Dion set for the Vogue.com team at the outset of the week. And so today she is having her wish: right now, under the watchful eye of director Gordon von Steiner (@gvsgvs) and fashion editor Jorden Bickham (@jordenbickham), Celine is posing mightily and beautifully in the most exquisite and directional ensembles, such as this one from @dior haute couture. Pat McGrath (@patmcgrathreal) and Julien D’Ys (@juliendys), the ultimate model transformers, are working their magic. Pepe Munoz is also hard at work, illustrating every look, every move. In the words of Queen Pat, “It is MAJOR darling, MAJOR.” (And it is quite possibly the first time the haute couture has been shot exclusively for digital, so that’s also MAJOR!) Soon Celine and the Vogue.com team will be back at the Ritz to finish the shoot. If you happen to pass the Place Vendôme, do as Katy Perry did and say hello. And please come to @voguemagazine and Vogue.com later this month to see all that transpired when the brilliance of Celine met the ineffable beauty of couture on a sunny day in Paris. #CelineTakesCouture Photographed by @alvarocdc

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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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