It’s Valentino Sunday—and yes, that deserves its own title. Few days during Paris Fashion Week carry the same magic, and every season I find myself counting down to this show like a child waiting for a birthday. There’s just something about Valentino that makes it feel less like another stop on the Fashion Month circuit and more like stepping inside a dream.
The Anticipation
Part of the excitement, of course, is the show itself. Valentino has a way of transforming a runway into a full-scale experience—whether it’s the breathtaking set, the music that lingers long after, or the silhouettes that remind us why we fell in love with fashion in the first place. This isn’t just clothes on a catwalk; it’s theatre, romance, and beauty all woven into one.
But if I’m honest, the anticipation begins even earlier—with what I’ll be wearing to the show. My look (not the one you may have already glimpsed in photos) has a secret star: apple green. A color so bold it feels almost electric, and yet so fresh that it carries its own kind of sophistication. Apple green isn’t shy—it demands attention—but styled right, it feels both modern and elegant. Which, in its own way, makes it the perfect nod to the spirit of Valentino.
Dressing for the Moment
Paris Fashion Week is one of those rare moments when you can take risks that might feel too daring in day-to-day life. An oversized silhouette, an unexpected shade, or a detail that sparkles just a little more than usual—it all fits here. My apple green look feels like exactly that: a chance to play, to embrace the drama, and to remind myself that fashion at its best is about joy.
And that’s something I try to carry with me when choosing a show look: joy. Because no matter how serious the business of fashion becomes, at its core, it’s about expression. About taking a mood, a moment, or even just a favorite color, and letting it tell a story.
The Valentino Effect
Then, of course, there’s the moment when the lights dim and the first model steps out. Valentino has a gift for creating collections that balance artistry with wearability, fantasy with reality. You can fall in love with the dream on the runway and still imagine how it might translate into your own wardrobe. That’s the magic.
Every season, I leave the show with a head full of inspiration. Whether it’s a dramatic sleeve, a fresh color palette (apple green, anyone?), or the reminder that fashion is at its best when it makes you feel, Valentino always gives me something to carry forward.
The People-Watching
Let’s not forget the other part of the spectacle: the people. Outside the show venue, the energy buzzes. Editors, stylists, celebrities, and fashion lovers—all dressed to be seen—create a living collage of personal style. It’s a show before the show, and honestly, just as much fun. Street style photographers weave in and out, capturing the moment, while guests exchange hugs, air kisses, and quick conversations before finding their seats.
There’s something unifying about it too. For a few hours, we’re all gathered together, waiting for that same moment of magic when the collection is unveiled. And when it finally happens, the collective awe is palpable.
Why It Matters
For me, Valentino Sunday isn’t just another calendar slot during a packed Fashion Week. It’s a reminder of why I fell in love with this world in the first place. It’s about the thrill of anticipation, the play of getting dressed, the people-watching, and then—finally—the show itself, which always manages to feel like a fairytale you never want to end.
And while Fashion Week can sometimes blur together into a haze of taxis, shows, fittings, and deadlines, Valentino stands apart. It’s the highlight, the exclamation point, the day that makes the whirlwind worth it.
See You There
So yes, it’s Valentino Sunday. My look is ready—apple green and all—and my excitement is through the roof. Tune in for the show, the people, the colors, and the fairytale that only Valentino can deliver.
Because some moments in fashion aren’t just about clothes. They’re about feeling part of something bigger, something magical, even if only for an hour in Paris. And for me, that’s what makes Valentino Sunday unforgettable, every single time.
