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Thierry Mugler: Fashion Fetish Fantasy
Breaking the constraints of traditional fashion, the extraorinarily talented designer presents a combination of bold designs and vivid photographs documenting his success and detailing his diverse projects from plays to MTV videos.
191 pages, Hardcover
First published November 1, 1998
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October 16, 2009
Not only is Thierry Mugler one of the greatest designers in fashion but the photography in the book is brilliant, so this wonderful book works on several levels. Included are testimonies from Raquel Welch, Julie Newmar, Jennifer Tilly, Cher, and countless other style icons.
July 29, 2025
Before the title page a dark anteroom lit with Statue of Liberty torches leads onto a bright room dedicated to a monument a huge head. The figure to be admired is a woman in the doorway, wearing leather and an asymmetric shoulder almost floral, a petal like shape. She looks like Madonna. I think it might be Madonna.
“Life is a beauty contest.”
Comfort vs. confidence.
We thought Kim K. was unwell (lacked perspective at the least) when she posted her 20-something inch waist. But her perspective was milder by artists like Mugler. She became a canvas for these artists work and thinking. That was her perspective.
Curly blonde draped across beach rocks, covered in a wet-look lace dress (could be drenched with seawater). The difference between sheer sections and floral details appears like seaweed sticking to rock and skin.
Textured black leather tapers off from shoulder to foot, wrinkled folded looks with vambraces. The dress looks scaly, or in wide to pointy shape like a leaf—full at the base and extreme/pointy at its height.
Bedazzled corset and blurred out arms look like pouffy fairy wings, she’s lying in what looks like a silk cape or train in a dark green marble stairwell. Could be couture Gotham, Batman about to pick her out of a green marble rubbish container.
There’s a spread from an iceberg to perhaps the froth of the ocean or a white wool carpet. The water beneath the ice goes into a HQ star map. The illusion is the couture woman on the ice looking out to the ocean which is in fact deep space in which dwell cosmic beings in floral silver/black dresses.
“American is a modern day fairy tale.”
They say plastic is a fetish material. There’s something harsh about plastic on skin. Even if it isn’t designed to be worn. A necklace of plastic, that curves along the breast is not sexy, it’s gross in an intellectual way.
Two nude backs, muscly men, arms hanging along their sides resting on their upper thighs. Their angling towards the body alluding to their holding each others tonight’s, their similar poses and tattoos alluding to a link between them.
A woman surrounded by a ring of lights like a dressing room mirror. Like the rings of Saturn. It would be clearer in moving image.
Flowers can bloom beneath leather.
Metallic body paint to advertise a head piece or jewellery.
Webbing black thread dress hung in front of the model by her arching arms like the hair of a yurei.
Black robe unfurling to a silken flowerbed.
The text in the book lacks perspective. There isn’t much. But with the one page long bit the words give us nothing. The quotes often say nothing. They grasp. The fantasy of sexiness and power and beauty is what lands, because it’s true.
“Life is a beauty contest.”
Comfort vs. confidence.
We thought Kim K. was unwell (lacked perspective at the least) when she posted her 20-something inch waist. But her perspective was milder by artists like Mugler. She became a canvas for these artists work and thinking. That was her perspective.
Curly blonde draped across beach rocks, covered in a wet-look lace dress (could be drenched with seawater). The difference between sheer sections and floral details appears like seaweed sticking to rock and skin.
Textured black leather tapers off from shoulder to foot, wrinkled folded looks with vambraces. The dress looks scaly, or in wide to pointy shape like a leaf—full at the base and extreme/pointy at its height.
Bedazzled corset and blurred out arms look like pouffy fairy wings, she’s lying in what looks like a silk cape or train in a dark green marble stairwell. Could be couture Gotham, Batman about to pick her out of a green marble rubbish container.
There’s a spread from an iceberg to perhaps the froth of the ocean or a white wool carpet. The water beneath the ice goes into a HQ star map. The illusion is the couture woman on the ice looking out to the ocean which is in fact deep space in which dwell cosmic beings in floral silver/black dresses.
“American is a modern day fairy tale.”
They say plastic is a fetish material. There’s something harsh about plastic on skin. Even if it isn’t designed to be worn. A necklace of plastic, that curves along the breast is not sexy, it’s gross in an intellectual way.
Two nude backs, muscly men, arms hanging along their sides resting on their upper thighs. Their angling towards the body alluding to their holding each others tonight’s, their similar poses and tattoos alluding to a link between them.
A woman surrounded by a ring of lights like a dressing room mirror. Like the rings of Saturn. It would be clearer in moving image.
Flowers can bloom beneath leather.
Metallic body paint to advertise a head piece or jewellery.
Webbing black thread dress hung in front of the model by her arching arms like the hair of a yurei.
Black robe unfurling to a silken flowerbed.
The text in the book lacks perspective. There isn’t much. But with the one page long bit the words give us nothing. The quotes often say nothing. They grasp. The fantasy of sexiness and power and beauty is what lands, because it’s true.
December 22, 2015
Beautiful photos but not much else. Nice for reference though.
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