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FALL WINTER 2014
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FALL WINTER 2014
THE VIDEO
MISCHKA AOKI FALL WINTER 2014 CAMPAIGN VIDEO
THE STORY
REBELLIOUS SOULS

The arena is surrounded by the sound of the roaring crowd, deafening high-pitched screams, blinding lights; thunder like clapping circulates the vast space.

The psychedelic lights illuminate the stage, as the young female rock sensations prepare to close the show with their final number.

The music begins with a gentle tone, metallic thread entwines thousands of sequins into the tweed of the Rock with me jacket; the keyboard player dazzles as her delicate fingers hit the keys. The vibrant citrus plush fur of The A List coat enhanced by the neon lighting shimmers as the bass guitarist introduces a deeper vibration. At the rear of the stage, the drummer in the Born to be Wild vivacious, floral top is not to be ignored with intricately hand sewn crystals that follow the creative pattern of the silk fabric as she strikes up the beat with the bang of her sticks. The soft feminine feathers sway gently around the perfectly structured black satin taffeta of the I'm the Rock Star dress; the lead guitarist stands tall and alters the mood with her gentle backing vocals. Magnificently taking centre stage with golden tousled tulle and delicate flowers embellishing beautifully embroidered fabric; The Queen of Rock dress dominates the spotlight; Swarovski crystals twinkle creating tiny stars; the lead vocalist looks out into a sea of devoted screaming fans and takes a deep breath.

They stand united, powerful, strong, and beautiful, delighting their audience with yet another incredible performance. Their deep dark eyes reflect the other half of their persona.

As the crowd sings along to the lyrics of their latest hit, the adrenalin pumps through their veins, the rush, the buzz, the excitement, they know they were born for this.

The lead vocalist, her name? Does it even matter? She knows she owns the stage anyway, sings the final chorus, a tear rolls down her cheek. The reason, unknown to the adoring fans, is not because this was to be their final performance, but a tear of joy as she finally reveals her inner dark side; liberated and free of the artificial world she once belonged.

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