When we see him for the first time, on the stage of the Mascotte club in Zurich, we think of an Yves Saint Laurent model. Of these slender silhouettes that roam the catwalks of Paris, jerky gait, air half-conquering half-crumpled. Pinstriped suit, white shirt buttoned up to the collar, patent leather shoes, Pierre de Maere, 21, oscillates between fashion engraving and businessman – far from having the blues.
