Victoria's Secret: The Tour '23

Thirty seconds to show. All models on the runway.

Thirty seconds to show. All models on the runway.

Thirty seconds to the show. All models to the runway.

Remember that guy?

The voice? That backstage voice? Why do they all sound like that?

We are ready to go.

- -

My name is Gigi Hadid, and I have a confession to make.

I'm sleeping on the job. J ust kidding. I'm the new

voice!

Okay, that's all I got. Sorry. I just had to try that.

Anyways, I know what you're thinking.

"What the fuck?

Where are the models in lingerie? Show me the girls in angel wings."

Then again, these arches... do have sick curves.

It's been five long and lingerie-less years

since my last Victoria's Secret show, folks,

but I'm back, baby, and more powerful than ever.

Right now, I'm at a house in Barcelona

that hosts something kind of like a festival.

It's nothing like a festival.

Okay, Adut, you figure out what we should call it, and until then,

I'm going with festival.

We'll travel all over the world to meet 20 incredible artists

as we reimagine what a Victoria's Secret runway looks like.

Okay, actually, stop. Stop. Cut!

- - Cool. Perfect.

Hold right there. So, here's the sitch.

We're going to four cities. Here's one.

In each city, we feature five artists.

One is a fashion designer. She'll create a collection.

Then we have three more artists,

ranging from musicians to painters to poets.

You name it.

And finally, a filmmaker,

whose role is to, you've guessed it, make the film you're watching.

Someone had to film it, right?

Roll the tape.

So, there you have it.

Welcome to...

The Tour.

Oh, and one last thing.

This house will become a portal into far-flung places.

Don't believe me? Watch this.

Boom. Lagos.

I told you, I'm the voice.

In Lagos, we'll introduce you to Bubu,

Ashley,

Eloghosa,

Wavy.

And Korty.

In Lagos, you need to have some form of tenacity,

audacity, and sometimes, madness.

My name is Korty, K-O-R-T-Y.

I'm a filmmaker, but I'm also here as your guide into the lives

of some really interesting women in Lagos, Nigeria.

Bonjour.

Would I describe myself as a fashion designer? No.

I think fashion designer is a bit too restricted.

I'm an artist.

I'm a crafter.

It's beautiful, huh?

My job is to just be a nomad.

I sourced all the looks for this collection

from all around different parts of the African continent.

Working with different communities and artisans and craftsmen.

I'm in the pride of Africa.

This is Nairobi, Kenya.

For me, it's a research

in understanding myself, my culture, my people.

You have a nail,

so that you just do like this, like this, you count.

All three go together.

I think that's better.

This is Shosho's amazing studio.

She's actually the most important person

that's working with textiles in the whole of Kenya.

And I always work with her whenever I'm in Kenya.

- Yeah. -

- She's my grandchild. -

Each of my pieces represents

an Africanism through the different places that I create within.

I want to be connecting with these people that create with me.

The accumulation of all of us comes back to one supreme energy.

Fashion is deep.

- Yeah. - Very deep.

- Well done. - Craft is deep.

- Darling, crafts. - Okay, crafts, crafts.

'Cause in Lagos, fashion is crafts.

The act of fashioning is very related to magic.

We create glass out of sand.

It's the act of fashioning.

Create plastic from crude oil.

That's fashioning.

All the materials that I've worked with.

Raffia, glass, silk.

Cotton, bronze, brass.

I'm obsessed with how all these can be recreated or re-innovated

through the act of interweaving.

- - Yeah, can you turn to the light?

I'm leaving my mark on the studio.

Santi!

Thank you! Thank you!

For this collection, we delved into ten to 12 looks

about the creation of the feminine divine.

Merging all these worlds of Yoruba mythology

and Edo mythology.

And I wanted each of these women to embody these materials

and see themselves as gods or goddesses.

For Yemoja, which is, like, mother of all,

I chose to represent with brass and bronze.

We are headed...

to find some brass.

Bubu has less than 24 hours

to finish everything she's here in Kenya to do.

She's working on a very tight deadline.

Okay, so where is everything that you were supposed to be bringing?

Where's the list of things I was supposed to do?

- They're here. I have to start working. - But what has been done?

I will have to make them now.

Uh, sorry. I need to... I need to understand something.

Nothing on the list that I've given to you has been done.

- No. - Oh, my God, this is so crazy.

No, no, no, no, no.

Like she said, no purchase is easy.

You're gonna have your ups and downs, and this is a down right now.

Kay, let's just have contingents, please.

That look is the most difficult piece

I've ever embarked on.

We do five, seven, nine, eleven.

Let... So that's 300 in total.

So if they've done 200 pieces, and...

The back will be a bit longer...

Yeah, it's 110, 111.

It's such a great energy in here.

Hi, Bubu.

The first rule of this planet is ...

do not look a star in the eye.

If you still want to live.

We're walking on madness.

Are you aware?

Dance into the light until your spirit comes shivering.

Until your eyes go boom.

Something true.

A god is a god.

Is a god.

Is a door.

This beast is a beast is a beast.

Now unleashed.

Let me tell you a story.

Once, an angel landed in my head.

And said,

"Fear not.

Fear not.

Fear not."

It almost changed me.

But I'm wilder than that.

Darker than that.

This could be a Big Bang.

You see, depending on how you look at it,

this could be a dream.

This is where it seems to begin.

I wear a cut of holy against my throat.

Specks of power glow glossy on my eyelids.

I turn into a river of deep courage.

Into a revolution of metal and feathers.

When I appear in skin...

they buck.

When I become in a strut, they fall.

You told me that when I was way, way, way, way smaller.

I'm keeping it forever, like everything else out of your mouth.

I make things because I was made.

We make worlds because ours can fade.

They keep their glow of an eye on me.

Throw a dare at what wants to be me.

Turn my hips into madness.

The opposite of mercy.

Twin, indescribable hills.

And you know how it goes more than anyone.

You do. You do.

I come to you, striking.

The music runs and does its dance.

They pour their lights on me

as I build the trance, the ground speeds out to meet the stars.

How does it go again?

Hi, Korty.

Do you consider yourself a goddess?

A goddess? Oh, my God, I'm not that conceited.

- Sorry. - I don't know.

I mean, I'm just the spirit here.

Just here chilling.

No, actually.

I had a bit of a reaction to the word, like, "goddess."

I think of myself as a god.