Coper Forent and fashion mixes at the Paris Showroom

The models that bind it into strong pants, seasis peaks, and fingering sneakers, but my colleague did not notice anything from them. He was very busy on his way to detonate the leaders of the leaders in Fortnite. The shooting tongues could have passed from the top of a triple tube, and this man had continued to get a computer keyboard like Liberace in the piano.

On Sunday evening in Paris, Cubanai, a French fashion brand with yen for amazing events, organized an impressive fashion show-impressive, if strange-with LAN 200 party. (Short for the local area network, this old way that is now old for online games has a commune commune in one space to play a video game together on a shared network.)

The Cooprential runway was placed against four rows of the players, and their faces in a green light of computer screens deviating around the digital world in Hamer trucks, and shot each other.

When the show started, the players kept it, clicking on their key chains compete with the rhythmic taps of the heel of the model that struck the cavernous Adidas Arena.

“Honoring games in general and celebrating this sub -culture of the nineties,” said co -founder of Coperni, Arnaud Vaillant, co -founder of Coperni.

However, there was no TRUE Cross in the two procedures. The Cubanie Furo Fur jackets were not playing with a control stick. The video game was taught with dresses. There was no truly A big message here about technology’s inability. There were two glasses, installed next to each other to make something newly chaotic.

The players were “throwing”, according to the brand, with the help of his gentle colleagues, an electronic sports organization. Some were the PRO E-SPORTS players. It was many friends. At least one claimed to be a total beginner.

“We played Zelda and Final Fantasy when we were younger, classic things, but now another world, another generation.” “We always like to link societies together, so fashion and games come together.”

In the front row, the guests were burdened between the players. The young man at an angle of my keyboard to get a better crane, and get crazy with his fingers on the keys. He, like him, was from his 199 peers, wearing a headphone of Wrammour from Copenie. They were already playing for hours when the pioneers arrived. The winner in the end is the receipt of the Copernie boot.

The few players with whom I spoke to them seemed to answer my questions instead of abandoning their opponents in forgetfulness. I learned that they were repeated players in Forenti, but they really didn’t know how Coper’s clothes appeared before that day.

They may still do it. These players were terrifyingly closed. They did not seem to look at their screens in that striped jacket flowing. They did not stop their million -minute clicks to take a garment from the neck of the good.

I am a fashion critic, not a video game reporter, so it was my duty to evaluate clothes – although I felt sorrowed to watch my seat team in fifteenth place in his game.

This was a composed collection, and the magazine avoided we avoided the Fortnite craft slogans on clothes. (Persiana has already done so in 2021, and it reflects an approach “Look at my feeling to the slogan, bring you!” In that early period of twin frenzy.)

However, amid many head gestures in the 1990s (denim jacket with Trump rhine seal, anyone?) There were video game hints if you were harmonious to discover them. The legs were with small bags, Lara Croft was pure. A series of dresses shines like falling pixels on the screen. A bright black and red leather jacket was a clear deception of Suzuki Moto Angelina Jolie in 1995 “infiltrators”. Some dresses looked luxurious as pillows, so I can photograph an exhausted player who is re -used for naps after the show. Behind the scenes, the designers described the theme of the show as “Choose your player.”

When the models made its last role, I saw a player near me struggling to move in a truck on a cliff face. I couldn’t know whether or not, but he never broke the focus. I was not. The game, not gowns, have got to me.