It's incomprehensible how Karl Lagerfeld is able to create collections after collections that not only reference the narrative of the woman who started it all, the woman being Mademoiselle Coco Chanel and it being the brand, but also show them in a way that seems completely fresh. This time around, the setting was the Place Vendôme, in neon nonetheless, where the girls (mostly in somber black, a color Coco found endlessly intriguing) sauntered around in the starry glittering night. One thing I couldn't help but realize from this show is that black (and Chanel) will always both be considered ultimate classics. File under perfection.
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