FM: You say “unlock the invisible.” What exactly do you mean by that?
Odile Laganier:
I mean what silently holds you back. It’s not necessarily dramatic. These are habits, family loyalties, inherited beliefs, protective mechanisms, unspoken things, fears, sometimes just a poor wiring with the world. Most people think they have a strategy problem. In reality, they have an unresolved inner conflict. You can’t truly steer your life if a part of you is still in survival mode.
FM: Many of your clients are “successful” on paper. Why do they still come to see you?
Odile Laganier:
Because external success doesn’t replace inner peace. You can tick all the boxes but not truly inhabit your life. You can be applauded but not aligned. You can be on the right path but not have the right energy. And when it shows, it’s too late. When it’s felt, that’s the right time to intervene.
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Beneath the dome of the Institut de France in Paris, a new chapter opened this week for the luxury titan, a familiar silhouette with international stature, stepping onto the green carpet.
At the Lord’s house, talent management is a delicate art, akin to rotating bottles of grand cru. At LVMH, one does not speak of “internal mobility”. That would be vulgar. Instead, one prefers a “trajectory”, a “journey”, even an “HR odyssey”, complete with Manhattan views, champagne on ice, and a perfectly pressed CV. On Tuesday, the luxury giant announced three top-level HR appointments. Three promotions, three emotional continents, and one certainty. At LVMH, talent does not stagnate. It travels first class.
A discreet chime has echoed through the hushed corridors of Givenchy. As of this Friday, the house hands over its keys to Amandine Ohayon, a seasoned figure in fashion and beauty, stepping into the role as one might enter an impeccably ordered drawing room, mindful not to leave ambitions lying about.
I remain deeply astonished, and at times even hurt, to encounter people who have known me for more than fifty years and who, suddenly, seem to be discovering me anew by questioning my abilities. For a long time, I wondered why such doubt emerged so late, like suspicion out of season. Gradually, the answer made itself clear.
London is set to reconnect with the buzz of the runways this February, as it hosts a new edition of its Fashion Week, whose schedule promises to be both dense and highly symbolic. Between long-awaited returns and emotionally charged farewells, the British capital will unveil the Autumn Winter 2025/26 collections over nearly a week of creative encounters.
For nearly twenty years, Kim Jones did not merely design clothes. He embodied a central figure of globalized creative capitalism, an ecosystem in which individual talent becomes a strategic resource, exploited at an industrial pace. His exemplary career within LVMH tells less the story of a personal success than that of a cultural production model built on intensity, permanent mobility, and the fusion of creative identity with economic machinery.
Femininity is not measured in trophies or calendars. It moves. It thinks. It remembers. It advances like an inner sentence that nothing truly interrupts.
Antony Price, the flamboyant designer whose iconic silhouettes dressed members of Roxy Music, Duran Duran and even Queen Camilla, passed away on Wednesday at the age of 80.
Pieter Mulier moves through fashion the way some men move through life, with the anxious elegance of those who know destiny enjoys changing its mind at the last moment. As artistic director at Alaïa, he has put breath back into a house once thought frozen, as one might crack open a window in a room admired too long in silence. Since 2021, something has begun to beat again at Alaïa, and Richemont, not exactly known for sentimentality, has grown attached. One does not easily let go of a man who reminds you that clothing can still have a soul.
We live in a marvelous age: everyone is a specialist in everything, provided they have never practiced anything. Knowledge is deemed suspicious, experience arrogant, and competence downright indecent. Today, it is enough to speak in order to exist, and better still: to speak badly, and above all, at great length. Opinion has become a career, and ignorance a posture.
It all began one Saturday on an elegant street in Belgravia. Motcomb Street was then home to only one Jimmy Choo boutique, the tiny epicenter of a still-young brand. Hannah Colman sold shoes there on weekends, never imagining that this hushed space would become the starting point of a decades-long story.
Consumers still believe they are choosing. They manipulate images of themselves, virtually try on a lipstick or a hairstyle, and call this freedom. In reality, the machine is already watching, already learning, already sorting.
There is something about Maximilian Davis that suggests he moves through the world convinced it cannot quite muster the strength to disturb his inner calm. Even the false fire alarm that drove the entire Ferragamo headquarters onto Milan’s freezing sidewalks only earned from him a gentle look, almost apologetic toward a fate that sometimes insists on making unnecessary noise. Everyone else shivered. He merely seemed to wait for reality to regain its composure.
Salt & Stone has emerged as one of the most dynamic players in the body-care market by turning an everyday product into a major commercial success. The California-based brand has built a business valued at 140 million dollars thanks to a flagship deodorant that has become a top seller on both Amazon and Sephora.
Rumor has it that the Prince of Medici snatched the position from LVMH for the presidency of the Comité Colbert with the same ease he grabs a “Money paint ” at a private sale: silently, but leaving everyone stunned.
The iconic British house Burberry is consolidating its management team as its sales rebound, particularly in key markets such as the United States and China. In a phase of strategic revitalization, the group has announced two internal appointments aimed at bolstering its executive team.
Williams offers us yet another celestial illumination, dressed in Adidas and aphorisms. That evening, under the New York spotlights, he didn’t just accept an award: he delivered a revelation. A sneaker-clad homily. The “shoe of the year” is a nice touch, but above all, it brought us the “quote of the decade.”