Tʰɛk͈wʌndo
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Three rouges & two suits.
Miyake.
A fight in three plays.
The mass with the lenses
- photographers -
singing the Happy Birthday
repeating the martial yells.
I stand so close to the models
passage
that i can easily blind them with my flash.
But they are immune
to the shine.
Fluo colours mixed
with the arlequine gown
and there goes my applaud.
Monsieur Miyake
steps out for the final act
fulfilling the moves.
A couturier taekwondoïste
with a black belt.
At least in the words.
Which from a moment of the day & on,
started to fade
due to forthcoming
Lanvin show.
& time had to pause for a minute,
or two
before show-time.
Sources: Le Caroussel du Louvre.
