Night falls over Shanghai, but nothing dims; the city pulses and stretches, like Hermès leather drawn tight between tradition and vertigo. It is here, by the riverbank, in the shimmering of towers and dreams, that Hermès opens the second chapter of its Fall-Winter 2025 collection.

There is no curtain, only panels the color of twilight, set like promises, behind a breath: the river biting the shore, and the humidity tamed by skyscrapers rising in sovereign calm. Everything pivots in Shanghai, which appears bare, exposed—like a bimbo desperately seeking my attention. The city is not a backdrop; it becomes the narrative of the luxury that is about to unfold.

In this new clarity, silhouettes move forward—balanced, supple, functional—but imbued with silent density and dazzling poise. The Hermès woman is not an image; she is motion, trajectory, thought. She carries the folds of the world on her shoulders and wears knits as fine as whispers, with scarves like inner veils atop perfectly styled caps.

Nadège Vanhée composes a language of the body, where each garment is the right word, each accessory, a heartbeat of time. Nothing is superfluous, because luxury here is not a scream—it is a held silence. Hermès imposes nothing; the brand reveals.

And in this dialogue between the city and the maison, between apparent chaos and perfect measure, a beauty emerges one that does not seek to please, but to endure.

FM