Open Post: Hosted By Slay-Line Serving An Homage To EVERYTHING In Paris

Paris hasn’t really been the same since Miss Piggy took over French Vogue. Every gal in town had to immediately burn her wardrobe, because NOBODY does couture like Miss P. That is, until came Celine Dion.

The Queen of Quebec famously kept ringside seats at couture shows where she war whooped next to Anna Wintour, which isn’t nice, since the loudest thing the American Vogue editor likes to hear is the thwack of Roger Federer’s tennis racket at Wimbledon.

She’s already been spotted serving Everglades gator/Jon Gosselin realness all in the name of FAH-SHUN. The Queen of Quebec even kept Vogue’s Instagram writers busy putting out long-form snobbery to kinda-nudes and other images of her around town. My personal fave was her homage to 1960s Southwest flight attendants:

"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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But she saved the best for today. Celine’s stylist Law Roach clearly threw everything but the kitchen sink (those aren’t white!) at Canada’s top chanteuse, and I’m jealous I can’t wear a jacket (pictured above) that looks like it used all the Big Lots white ribbon from my mom’s wrapping basket. Celine and Law took one of Barbra Streisand’s headwraps from The Way We Were, slapped it under her hat from the ’99 Oscars (a fashion re-run? Sacre bleu!), stole the high-waisted trousers from one of the Memaws sitting front row at Celine’s latest shows and took to the Champs-Élysées to assure the French people Marie Antoinette may be dead, but France once again has a Queen. The Mirror says her bag is by Celine, and I’ll golf clap to that bit of meta sartorial spirit. While Lady Gaga tortures her brain trying to figure out how to out-do Celine, I just hope Law is plotting what both sides of the Atlantic need: more shoe phone!

Check out more of Celine’s The Young Pope meets Dynasty meets Destiny’s Child video lewk in the gallery below.

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