So PFW came and went and we knew we were up to fireworks. Oysters, champagne and crepes are best enjoyed and savored when wearing either 3 drops of Chanel n.5 or a quilted 255.
Without further ado, the crown of fashion week and one of the best 3 seats of fashion month goes to Chanel by Karl Lagerfeld. The legacy of the legendary woman who revolutionized the men-ruled fashion world is endured, cultivated and reinvented each single season by Lagerfeld.
A special mention goes to the stage. Le Grand Palais was transformed into an art gallery, with 75 art pieces made to order for Karl. A pop-Karl Art Attack.
Did you say pearls? Done.
Gloves? Nothing beats them, everybody tries to knock them off and let them eat cake.
The ultimate IT bag? Leave it at Chanel and the rest it’s crumbles.
Mid calf socks/chaussures? Patiently put your name in waiting list, because these are the ones to be owned next spring.
Off-the-shoulders and asymmetrical shoulders? Everybody designed them, Chanel executed them.
Architectural cuts and stitching? It’s a play, romantic and feminine, discreet and powerful that will never be surpassed.
Honestly, what does it take to be able to wear Chanel? Difference is a hefty budget, because every woman (with style and class) should be entitled to be Chanel-clad.
