Chanel made its big comeback in New York yesterday with its Métiers d’Art show the first under Matthieu Blazy’s “little pompadour,” a trial by fire that sent a jolt through the city, or at least through everyone who knew where the subway entrance actually was.
Because yes, right in downtown Manhattan, under 168 Bowery at the edge of Chinatown maybe a sign literally on the decommissioned platform of the Bowery station (its name supposedly coming from the Dutch bouwerij, meaning “farm” or “building”), a place where even the rats think twice before going… but for fashion sharks, it was child’s play. Chanel set up its runway exactly where Tom Ford staged his show in 2020, only this time the vibe was less “abandoned transit hellscape” and more “couture chic with a touch of No.5.” Continue reading
A 41-year-old designer, trained at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Antwerp (yes, another one who studied in Belgium it’s basically a national sport by now). Then he honed his skills under Raf “Simonster,” a true reference! Let’s hope he didn’t learn too much. After that, he sailed on the lord’s ship, and finally landed at “Gi vent chie,” alongside Riccardo Tisci, “the great user of motivation in powder form.” In France, we love funding talent with generous subsidies especially foreign ones. The French, meanwhile, emigrate abroad to go slumming it in Antwerp’s nightclubs. It’s our version of the start-up nation, but with a draped annus horribilis.
Luxury industry entrepreneur and investor Francesco Trapani has passed away in Rome at the age of 68. The son of Lia Bulgari and nephew of Gianni, Paolo and Nicola Bulgari, he had, according to the statement, “inherited a profound passion for excellence, creativity and innovation.”
In the grand narrative of American style, Perry Ellis wrote a chapter that belonged only to him. Far from the clichés of utilitarian sportswear, he infused it with a charm that was at once classic and free, a playful modernity, never without a touch of gentle irony.
“They handed over the blueprints, the keys, and the Porsche”: Chronicle of a “Made in France” Industrial Suicide
In the rotunda with silver echoes, fashion stretches out in porcelain brilliance, a celestial song as white bowls float, gliding across the basin’s azure, brushing against each other, clinking like an old synthesizer in slow-motion, for a major dream.
Louis Vuitton Hikes U.S. Prices to Dodge Tariff Tantrums. In yet another dramatic plot twist in the luxury-meets-politics soap opera, Louis Vuitton has decided that your next handbag should come with a side of international trade policy. Analysts at Bernstein and Barclays report a 4% price increase on the brand’s U.S. website a polite, monogrammed way of saying “tariffs are not our thing.”
Not content with just your bag or wallet, the brand is now taking over your living room, too. From the iconic Louis Vuitton 1885 Bed Trunk (because who doesn’t need a fancy trunk to sleep on?) to the Hemingway Library Trunk designed by Gaston-Louis Vuitton in 1927 (because Ernest Hemingway obviously needed a portable library for his really long trips), the French luxury brand has been cozying up to the design world for quite some time. And now, they’re ready to turn your home into a monument to expensive taste.
Unfortunately, these monarchs in patent leather shoes don’t stop there. If your murderous pen bothers them, they’ll attack the most precious thing you have: your children. Yes, these virtuous merchants of dreams are turning into modern-day inquisitors, blacklisting your descendants from all the headhunting agencies and companies in their group. Guilty by descent, heretics by birth, condemned to professional exile even before their first CV.
LVMH is stepping on the gas and pressing the accelerator in Formula 1: luxury, champagne and the God Chronos will be there in 2025. After dressing the Paris Olympic Games in its finest fabrics, LVMH is moving up a gear by getting a ticket on the starting grid, but without “Shoes marker”, Louboutin oblige.
While some brands open a flagship to make a bold statement, Ami Paris’ newest store is all about blending into its surroundings. “I liked the idea of being a neighborhood shop, something deeply rooted in the area’s history,” said creative director and founder Alexandre Mattiussi ahead of the opening. “It’s next to a café, beside a restaurant, in a real neighborhood with schools, pharmacies, and bakeries.”
When augmented reality meets frustrated reality, this is the story of when Santa Claus (or rather a loved one who clearly wants to test my patience) gave me a pair of Meta, Ray-Ban glasses. A total immersion in a world where my eyes become screens, and where technology merges with my style. Reality? A total immersion in a physical world where I fight with a capricious application, and where technology merges especially with my nerves.
Under your fingers, an infinite dance where polka-dot fabrics whisper of life, and the light circles of shy stars sown on the fabric in a limpid ballet come to light. I’m talking about a day tinged with light, dresses floating in the spring air, and scarves caressing the proud nape of the neck, with the gentle audacity of a sweet dream. Am I at Jacquemus? Yes, you are, but when it’s good, it’s good, and in this case, we’ve hit the nail on the head.
Bowie’s anthem ‘Heroes’ rings out over dramatic high-collared coats and supernatural silhouettes in front of the emerging Eiffel Tower. ‘La dame de faire’ means lady to do… is back in a haze, where a silhouette appears in this tender winter morning.
