Last night in Paris, the planets bowed. Beneath the dome of the Grand Palais, the universe held its breath: Chanel had just entered a new era. Matthieu Blazy didn’t simply present a collection he launched a voyage to an asteroid. After months of silent gestation, the century-old house projected itself into the future with the serene force of a star aware of its own light. The Chanel galaxy was reborn — denser, more vibrant, perhaps even more human.

The set, a field of suspended globes reflecting off a floor darkened with celestial pigments, evoked a geometry of dreams. There was an echo of Karl Lagerfeld’s grand visions: he had once launched a rocket from the Grand Palais  Blazy took it and soared into the stars.

And so, at 8:14 p.m. Saturn’s hour gravity reversed: Chanel began to levitate. The designer had promised simplicity; he delivered depth. The announced minimalism turned out to be a bridge to the essential pure emotion, the line as the trace of a new soul.

The first sign emerged in a plaid wool pantsuit without a jacket a discreet tribute to Gabrielle, the woman who once borrowed Arthur Capel’s clothes to invent freedom. Shirts, crafted by Charvet, lengthened or shortened, wrinkled with desire and elegance, conversing with abyssal black skirts and scarlet dresses trimmed with breathing feathers.

Blazy rediscovered Coco’s original androgyny and intoxicated it with a new sensuality a harmony of contrasts where austerity marries the carnal. Beige, ivory, black: the chromatic trinity of the myth resonated like an underground echo the breath of Art Deco reborn, a century later, in the city that never sleeps.

Knitwear turned cosmic, textures bristled with invention: woven straw, shredded paper, metamorphosed tweed. Sleeves swelled like wings ready for takeoff modern bombers, truly stellar. And in a golden shimmer, a sack dress suspended in eternity revealed what Blazy was infusing: the lightness of a world reimagined.

For this was no fashion show it was a rite of passage. Blazy didn’t revisit Chanel; he reinvented it from within, crushing the codes to extract stardust. Under his hand, the house became not a symbol, but a language a way of dreaming the world anew. And backstage, CEO Pavlova murmured: “Tonight, Chanel didn’t just shine; she found her new orbit.”

FM