It was January in Paris, a cloudy early afternoon but luckily it didn’t rain and he didn’t shiver of cold. It was Parisian Haute Couture Week, and chaos reigned in the streets.

Timothée had been invited to the Maison Margiela Haute Couture Show by John Galliano that day. He had arrived alone, had entered the museum with a lot of photographic shots and paparazzi shouting his name.

The site of the show was a museum, the set of the catwalk was at their feet and the seats were long parallel rows a little distorted with a distance of 2 meters from each other and ample space at the end.

He had sat in his seat next to a man, the photographers were taking a few more photos of him when they turned to the entrance and went crazy running towards the guest. He was curious...