Once upon a Fashion Week, I found myself swept into what can only be described as a modern-day fairytale. No glass slippers or enchanted forests—though the flowers I encountered could have fooled me—but a day spent with the loveliest Chanel US team, filled with beauty, elegance, and moments that felt far too magical to belong to everyday life.
The day began with the kind of anticipation that only Fashion Week can bring. Imagine waking up knowing your first stop is the Chanel Haute Couture Fall 2017 show. There’s something electric about Couture—this isn’t just fashion, it’s artistry at its highest level. The textures, the silhouettes, the painstaking detail… Karl Lagerfeld had, once again, turned fabric into fantasy. I won’t spoil the full collection breakdown (you can find my thoughts in detail elsewhere), but let’s just say it was the kind of show that reminded me why I fell in love with fashion in the first place.
After the show, the day unfolded like the perfect Parisian chapter: brunch in one of those little French cafés that only locals ever seem to know about. You know the kind—tiny tables spilling onto the sidewalk, waiters balancing trays of croissants and coffee, conversations carried out with an effortless chicness you could never hope to replicate. Between bites, we laughed, we chatted, and we let the magic of the morning sink in.
But the story didn’t end there. After brunch came flowers—arms full of the most beautiful blooms I’d ever seen, the sort that could make even the greyest Paris day feel radiant. There’s something about flowers that feels intrinsically tied to couture: delicate yet powerful, fleeting yet unforgettable. Walking with them felt like carrying a piece of the show with me, a reminder of the romance sewn into every garment.
The afternoon was devoted to shooting with the Chanel team—an experience that felt equal parts work and wonder. We photographed the new Coco Crush jewelry line, pieces that somehow manage to be both bold and timeless all at once. There’s a strength to the collection that I adore: sleek lines, clean shapes, and just the right amount of sparkle. Alongside it was the Métiers d’Art 2017/2018 collection, an ode to craftsmanship that goes beyond fashion into the realm of heritage. Every button, every seam, every detail whispered a story of artisans whose skills are too precious to be lost to time.
Of course, no Chanel day is complete without beauty. My vanity has long had its staples—lipsticks that feel like instant armor, skincare that transforms tired skin into something luminous—but this time, the highlight was getting an early glimpse (and scent) of the new Gabrielle Chanel fragrance. If you’ve ever had a perfume feel like it was created just for you, you’ll know what I mean. Gabrielle is luminous, confident, and free-spirited—a fragrance that doesn’t overpower but instead amplifies who you are. It’s both nostalgic and modern, a scent that feels like slipping into your favorite silk dress but also daring enough to accompany you on new adventures.
The evening carried us into the launch party for Gabrielle, and if the day had been a fairytale, this was the grand ball. Glittering lights, music that floated through the air, and a gathering of people who each brought their own sparkle to the room. Getting ready for it felt like a ritual: slipping into a look that made me feel strong, pulling on jewelry that caught the light, spritzing that final touch of fragrance.
As the night unfolded, I kept thinking about how surreal the day had been. Fashion Week is always a whirlwind—shows, fittings, events, late nights, early mornings—but this day had a rhythm of its own. It wasn’t just about rushing from one thing to the next; it was about savoring. From the artistry of the Couture show to the taste of strong Parisian coffee, from the weight of Coco Crush rings on my hand to the fleeting scent of fresh flowers—it was a reminder that fashion is about more than clothes. It’s about the moments, the feelings, the stories we carry with us.
By the time I slipped back into my hotel room, the flowers resting delicately on the nightstand and the faint scent of Gabrielle still lingering in the air, I realized this wasn’t just another Fashion Week memory. It was one of those rare days that linger—like a scene in a fairytale you find yourself replaying long after the story is done.
Because sometimes, fashion isn’t just about what you wear. Sometimes, it’s about the magic of a day spent living inside a story you never want to end.
