Marcel Winatschek

Victoria’s Secret in Paris

The Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show showed up in Paris ostensibly to sell underwear, which was obviously not the point. It was really about having Kendall Jenner, Gigi Hadid, and Sara Sampaio walk around being beautiful. Lady Gaga, Bruno Mars, The Weeknd performed. Everything was objectively perfect—the bodies, the hair, the staging, the music, all of it.

You could start this with something about how beauty is constructed and inner values matter and alternative body types deserve celebration. And I believe that. But watching the show, the whole framework cracks. There’s Kendall down the runway and your philosophy about standards and authenticity collapses into a single thought: yeah, okay, that’s beautiful. That’s the trick. The show makes you admit what you actually care about. Not the clothes. Just the fact that some people look like that and some people don’t, and it changes everything.