Haute Couture

Picture this: You’re at the edge of a cliff, wings strapped to your back, the sun pulling you higher with every beat. That’s the rush I felt watching Schiaparelli’s Spring/Summer 2025 Haute Couture show unfold on a crisp January morning in Paris. Titled “Icarus,” it wasn’t just a runway—it was a dare to dream bigger, … Read more

Picture this: It’s a crisp January morning in Paris, and the city’s grand avenues hum with a subtle buzz. Not the usual tourist shuffle, but something sharper—limos gliding toward hidden ateliers, whispers of silk and sequins trailing in the air. I’ve been lucky enough to sneak peeks into this world a few times, once trailing … Read more

Picture this: It’s a chilly January evening in Paris, 2025, and I’m huddled in a café near the Seine, nursing a café au lait that’s gone cold because I’m too glued to my phone. The notifications are blowing up—Chanel just dropped their livestream, and suddenly, the world feels a little less gray. I’ve been chasing … Read more

Hey there, fashion lover. Picture this: It’s January 2025, and I’m huddled in a cozy Paris café, steam rising from my espresso as snow dusts the streets outside. I’ve just come from the Palais de Tokyo, where the air buzzed with the kind of magic only haute couture can summon. As someone who’s chased runway … Read more

Picture this: It’s a sweltering July afternoon in Paris, the kind where the air hums with anticipation thicker than the Eiffel Tower’s fog on a winter morn. I’m crammed into a velvet-seated row at the Grand Palais, heart pounding like a drum in a Daft Punk track, waiting for the lights to dim on yet … Read more

Hey, you ever scroll through your feed during Paris Couture Week and feel like you’ve stumbled into a gladiatorial arena? One minute it’s all shimmering silks and ethereal gowns, the next it’s a full-on Twitter brawl over a single seam or silhouette. That’s exactly what went down with Schiaparelli’s Spring/Summer 2025 Haute Couture collection, dubbed … Read more

Picture this: It’s a humid July evening in Paris, and I’m squeezed into a velvet-lined seat at the Schiaparelli show, heart pounding not just from the jet lag but from the electric buzz in the air. The lights dim, and out struts a model with what looks like a living, jeweled heart pulsing against her … Read more

Picture this: It’s a crisp autumn evening in Paris, and I’m wandering down Avenue Montaigne, the air buzzing with that unmistakable scent of fresh croissants mixed with something far more intoxicating—elegance. My heels click against the cobblestones as I pause outside the Dior flagship, mesmerized by a gown in the window that seems to whisper … Read more

Hey there, picture this: It’s 2013, and I’m glued to my laptop in a cramped New York apartment, watching Paris Haute Couture Week unfold. Rad Hourani struts out a unisex collection that’s equal parts daring and dismissed—critics called it a gimmick. Fast-forward to today, and I’m sitting in a quiet café near the Champs-Élysées, sipping … Read more