Celine Dion Strikes A Completely Naked Pose For Vogue!

Celine Dion came to slay Paris Fashion Week, and she wasn’t leaving without one racy snap!
Amid fittings for the haute couture shows this week, the iconic songstress posed completely nude for Vogue‘s Instagram account (above)!
You can’t say the 49-year-old doesn’t take risks!
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It was, and continues to be, a Celine takeover over on the fashion mag’s page. Although the accompanying caption for her naked shot was pretty lengthy, it touched on her love of haute couture, performing almost exclusively in the runway designs.
But there was also mention of the Christian Dior LBD the Canadian bought years ago, and even wore to her late husband Ren├â┬⌐ Ang├â┬⌐lil‘s funeral last January:

“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.”

If you haven’t had your fill, there are WAY more pics of the singer from her PFW escapades!
Ch-ch-check them all out (below):

In the minutes before her show at the AccorHotels Arena at Bercy, Celine Dion is presented with an award by the French division of Sony for her 2016 francophone release Encore un soir. Dion thanks the clutch of executives assembled avec champagne and macaroons in the green room (hell, this is Paris after all) and reminds them quietly that this award means even so much more because the recording was her first without Rene and made during the most raw and difficult of times. Now it is a “diamond,” meaning it has sold over 500k in France. Actually it has sold over 800k, and this is at a time when, hello, NO ONE BUYS RECORDS ANYMORE. Except for people in France who adore Celine, that is, nearly 20k of which are soon singing along–every lyric, every song–to their beloved diva. For a stadium show it is an extremely personal affair–everyone cries! –and never more so than when Dion’s three sons make an appearance, via projection, during her cover of Michael Jackson’s Black or White. Rene-Charles, aged 16, raps the King of Pop’s spoken word bits, and when he is finished the twins, Nelson and Eddy, make a smiling cameo. Her children are not in the business–“I am not that kind of mother”–but they travel with her on tour and share some of her passions. Rene-Charles loves music and shoes (“the apple did not fall far from the tree”) and, like her, habitually over packs. On this tour he has brought 70 pairs of sneakers. The 6-year-old twins Nelson and Eddy love to dress up, as kids do, and recently asked to have their hair cut and styled like James Brown. Yes, that James Brown. Tres difficile! Fun fact: It was Nelson and Eddy’s love of Disney-era Zendaya that made Celine aware of the stylish teen star. She then clocked Z’s picture on the red carpet and in magazines. So she googled “who is Zendaya’s stylist,” as one does, and found Law Roach. Yes, that actually happened. #CelineTakesCouture Photographed by @denisetruscelloA post shared by Vogue (@voguemagazine) on Jul 5, 2017 at 2:15am PDT

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.A post shared by Vogue (@voguemagazine) on Jul 3, 2017 at 10:27pm PDT

“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 @denisetruscelloA post shared by Vogue (@voguemagazine) on Jul 4, 2017 at 5:35am PDT

Celine Dion is frustrated by fashion’s current revolving door policy, the relentless firings and hirings at the top (amen to that!). She is concerned that “the dream” of elegance is disappearing, for as much fun as she had in her beloved Vetements Titanic sweatshirt (and we have Law Roach for that brilliant post-ironic gesture!), she believe in the magic of hats, gloves and total looks, of a world in which Lisa Fonssagrives could step from the pages of Vogue and through the doors of today’s Ritz. Mostly she laments the red carpet hordes with the incessant questions about whose clothes and jewels one is wearing. “Mine” is her answer. Fashion is public for Celine; jewelry is personal. Sometimes, when she is at home in Las Vegas and missing her partner Rene, she slips on a caftan and all her jewels, and quietly retreats to her bath, sans children, sans fans, sans circus. #CelineTakesCouture Photo by @sophfei.A post shared by Vogue (@voguemagazine) on Jul 4, 2017 at 7:38am PDT

We’re learning so much about Miz Dion!
[Image via Soph Fei/Vogue/Instagram.]