I’m standing in front of a Zara.
I don’t go in. I just stand there looking at its facade, the way you’d look at an old friend you no longer quite recognize. Where there used to be window displays that told you a story, today there’s just a rack with garments on hangers… or photos. Perfect, glossy, calculated photos. The same kind of images that don’t really make you feel much. Sometimes not even that. Not to mention the shopping mall window displays: they’re sad. Poor and stale. Completely neglected. The provincial ones too. Right now only the flagship stores in the most iconic cities are spared. The girl broke everything. And with it, the livelihoods of a lot of people.
And as the street carries on at its own pace, I find myself thinking:
Is trading window displays for hiring great photographers really worth it? And is that actually visual storytelling the way window display craft is?
Or are we simply wrapping retail’s silence in a layer of flawless aesthetics?
From the art of the window display to the algorithm of desire
I come from the world of classic window display, from the days when glass was a canvas and space was a narrative. Every window was a scene. Every mannequin, a character. The story was built with light, texture and emotion. The customer would walk by and, even without going in, would feel something.
Today, that magic has moved (or so we like to believe) to screens. Zara no longer tells stories in its window displays.
Now it projects them. And don’t get me wrong: the quality of its campaigns is beyond question. Working with Ludovic de Saint Sernin or with some of the most prestigious photographers in the world is, without a doubt, a smart strategy. But that was always done. There was always a seasonal lookbook, a new-collection book.
And I wonder if, in the process of digitizing emotion, we haven’t lost the human pulse of visual storytelling.
When the window display was a story, not an MP4 file
There was a time when a Zara window display, yes, Zara’s! could compete with those of the great fashion houses.
There was concept. There was atmosphere. There was craftsmanship.
A window would speak of winter with steam on the glass, or of summer with an imaginary breeze moving the clothes.
It was physical storytelling: the art of making you feel something without needing to play back a video at 60fps.
Now, the facade has been colonized by the flat glow of LED screens or by photos from great photographers. And by the way, the same ones for 25 years! The same storytelling ever since.
The customer’s own reflection blends with the campaign loops by Outomuro or Steven Meisel, and the glass becomes a border between emotion and immediacy.










