Céline Dion deja boquiabiertos a sus fans con su primer desnudo

Celine Dion en un photocall
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Actualizado: miércoles, 5 julio 2017 11:42

   MADRID, 5 Jul. (CHANCE) -

Sin ropa, pero sin dejar al azar nada que pueda resultar indecoroso. Así luce Céline Dion para la revista Vogue USA en una producción que se cuela en uno de sus cambios de vestuario de su último tour internacional, que acaba de recalar en Europa.

La ganadora de cinco premios Grammy fue capturada sentada en una silla con sus piernas cruzadas, sus brazos cubriendo el pecho y con la mano parte de su cara. En la pequeña estancia apenas se puede atisbar algo más que una bota de caña alta de color dorado y algo de ropa en el respaldo de la butaca.

La publicación, que ha hecho pública esta imagen y otras más de la diva musical en su cuenta de Instagram, resalta el exquisito cuidado de la empresaria en la elección de los modelos que luce en su residencia en Las Vegas y en sus giras internacionales.

"Durante los últimos cinco años ha vestido alta costura exclusivamente para sus propios espectáculos. Actúa como mínimo dos horas cada noche, cinco o seis veces a la semana bailando, inclinándose y gesticulando en estilismos delicados hechos a mano, diseñados solamente para caminar sobre una pasarela o una alfombra", destacó en el texto que acompañaba a la sensual imagen.

En otra de las imágenes, en la que Céline aparece en los Petit Palais, de espaldas a la cámara y saludando a sus fans, el medio estadounidense destaca también el trabajo del español Pepe Muñoz, un reconocido bailarín y coreógrafo malagueño con el que Dion comparte una sensual interpretación de uno de sus temas en francés en este tour europeo.

"Pepe es un español, originario de Málaga. Él también es un ilustrador de moda. Céline conoció a Pepe en Las Vegas, a través de la esposa de su asistente, que también es bailarina", señala el mensual, que añade que ambos artistas han fraguado una estrecha amistad. Pero para prueba, podéis pinchar aquí y disfrutar de la pareja de baile. 

   

Here's a little naked fact to ponder while Celine Dion changes looks between shows: for the past five years she has worn haute couture near exclusively for her own performances (in Las Vegas and on her current "mini-tour" of Europe). She performs a minimum two hours a night, five or six nights a week, dancing and curtseying and generally gesticulating sans abandon, in handmade, hand-beaded delicacies designed solely to walk a catwalk or a carpet (and often with handlers). For Celine's orders, the houses send teams to Nevada for typically three fittings, before the garments are ultimately finished in her local, private atelier. Armani Prive, Schiaparelli, Giambattista Valli, Versace...only a partial list. Everyone, basically. In Vegas, Velcro panels are added to allow for her ribcage to expand or for a quick outfit change. Micro straps of elasticized chiffon prevent a slit from becoming a sloppy situation mid-squat. Shoes_always heels, never platforms_are ordered one size smaller (she is normally a 38) and refitted with metal shanks. Says Celine, "We have to make haute couture industrial." And, more enigmatically: "The clothes follow me; I do not follow the clothes." Which is to say: the haute couture, with all its fragility and handcraft, has to perform professionally for Ms. Dion. And privately as well. Years ago, Celine bought a classic little black dress from the Christian Dior atelier when the house was overseen by John Galliano. It is simple, falling to mid calf, and narrow as can be with just a hint of stretch. It requires a minimum of jewelry, a statement bracelet or perhaps one of the major diamond rings she designed with her late husband Rene Angelil: two pear cuts set in a wide pave band, or two hearts of diamond and emerald abstractly interlocking, on a cushion of yet more diamonds. This LBD forces you to walk one foot in front of the other. This is a dress Celine knows well and clearly loves, the simplest evocation of the private luxury of couture and the total antithesis of the red carpet hoopla that attends the union of fashion and celebrity. It is also the dress she wore to Rene's funeral. #CelineTakesCouture Photo by @sophfei.

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Celine Dion doesn't try to hide her feelings. Her candor is one of her many charms, coupled with lovely manners and an emotional transparency that's unique in anyone (let alone a global popstar for over 30 years). Last year at the haute couture show for Giambattista Valli, she sang, clapped, oohed and cooed, before ultimately going backstage post-show to weep with Giamba and his mama. "No one else was applauding," she recalls slightly sheepishly as she waits to enter the Petit Palais for this summer's Valli catwalk. She is joined by a featured dancer in her European show by the name of Pepe Munoz. Pepe is a Spaniard, originally from Malaga; he is also a budding fashion illustrator (@pepemunozillustrations). Celine was introduced to Pepe by Las Vegas show folks she knows through her butler's wife, who is a dancer herself. ("All the people I meet," says Dion of her Vegas social life, "are acrobats, dancers, or divers. That's family.") Now the two are fast pals, inseparable onstage (her in a jeweled, super-heroic unitard, him in his basic helpless hotness) and off. And so when, this season, Celine decides to express her exuberant enthusiasm for Valli's work it is by making flamenco hand signals to Pepe, who is across the aisle, and his front row neighbors, actress Rossy de Palma and the esteemed Spanish choreographer Blanca Li. And there are far too many runway winners to count. A delicate tiny floral tee-shirt of fully embroidered tulle worn with a collar or harness of black pailettes. Ball dresses of chantilly lace, pleated tulle, or broderie anglais, cut high in the front, trained in the back. This is a full-on Celine show in every sense. Celine's hands are twirling; Pepe's hands are Voguing; Rossy is inexplicably doing scissor kicks.... The models (the lucky ones!) are gliding by in ballet shoes, but the dancing is all going down in the seats. When it ends, Pepe is in tears. Blanca is in heaven. And Celine is saying that next year, if she is on tour in Europe, she will ask to have the whole week of the shows off from performing. "But they won't let me," she laughs, "for fear I will spend too much money!" #CelineTakesCouture Photographed by @denisetruscello.

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"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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