A good fashion journalist is hard to find. A true critic of style nowadays is increasingly rare and precious, like a true craftsman. In the last twenty years there’s been a real bloodbath of fashion critics! The extinction of this category began with the rapid evolution of fashion itself over the last century. From the system of dressmakers it passed firstly to that of the creative designers, also called Pure Stylists (not to be confused with angels), the system of pure creatives finally gave way to the industry of the Brand Stylists, who in turn became the system of “King, Queen and Countess Stylists, the pseudo-emperors, the Super egobenders and upstart boors”. In short a shambles ... Is the point clear? Naturally those of you who are not fashion buffs will fail to grasp the issues. You're probably thinking you’ve ended up at the Carnival in Rio or Venice, but the real Carnival is played out in the streets and squares, one among the many being the wonderful Piazza San Marco in Venice. Instead this carnival, the fashion carnival, has gone elsewhere, to the finance and stock markets, where there’s no room for vision, creativity and freedom. Here only one thing counts: the war of numbers, of copies, photocopies and super quantities. And amid all this where have the Blessed Fashion Critics gone? Crushed, subdued to the powerful law of the impostures of the “God of Advertising” ... And so the culture of style, trend analysis, the feeling of dissent, the evolution of costume, the color that will be all the rage, the color that will disappear, how much hemlines will be going up, how much hemlines will be going down, how much fabric will remain, are no longer the barometer or the thermometer of a real society, now all too addicted to fakery and advertising. Hey, hey, you're right, of course you'll be asking, but then after all this free hit of depressive adrenaline for a good fashion chronicle ... where the fuck is it going? Apart from always calling on your friend Humor Chic, absolute loyalty, during the fashion weeks don’t forget that poetic contact that only the touch, the rustle of printed paper can give. So always remember to review the newspapers that this wonderful gaggle of chicks write for, the fabulous flower child fashion critic Cathy Horyn of the "New York Times," dear Grandma Zuzy Menkes of the "International Herald Tribune", Auntie Hilary Alexander of the "Daily Telegraph", the enchanting and daring Virginie Mouzat of the French newspaper "Le Figaro" and finally today we present the most important fashion journalist of the Italian Printed Press, the talented Paola Pollo, reserved, witty fashion editor of the Italian newspaper "Corriere della Sera". Her style, subtle and sharp, is absolutely the best break for all those who need a shot in the arm during those super boring and deadly dreary moments that frequently invade the catwalks at Milan Fashion Week ...!
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