Panama based Spanish blogger Gisele Del Río travelled to the French capital at the end of February, covering Fashion Week for Coup d’État.
Initially scheduled to be printed in our April issue, we share with you her coverage; an intimate account of her stay in ‘La Ville Lumière.'
The day is sunny, after a week of rain; It seems that the universe knows that today is a big day. The date is with Chanel at 10:30 at the Grand Palais. Our car is downstairs, I am shaking from a mixture of nerves and emotion. I have been dreaming about this experience for so long that I find it hard to believe that it is real.
And so, without further ado, I find myself climbing the stairs of the emblematic Grand Palais, minutes away to discover what Virginie Viard has created to feed our senses. I see purity and simplicity around me; I must confess that it is not what I expected, accustomed to the spectacular eccentricities of Karl Lagerfeld, but still, I feel overwhelmed. I find myself walking on a metallic mirror that transports me to a wonderful glacial landscape. “A very simple, very pure impulse. Romanticism but without superfluity. Emotions but without frills”, explains Virginie Viard. “A runway, without a frame. I don't like framing.” A collection with almost no dresses, just casaques. “For the first time there are snap buttons on the dresses for a more lively gesture,” continues Virginie Viard. Lots of black and white. Just a few touches of pale green and the iconic pink of the house. Softness. An outline punctuated by imposing jewelry. Throughout the show, some girls came out in pairs or groups of three. It was refreshing to see them smiling and chatting among themselves as conspirer friends, dressed in unassuming garments that seemed to have come out of their own closets. And Viard's phrase that sums it up: "I love CHANEL, this collection could only be a new ode."
It is still early as we leave, we still have time to take some picture before lunch. We don’t have to move far away, the wonderful Pont Alexandre III is a few meters away.
We are leaving tonight and on this trip we did not roam around Le Marais so we chose to eat at Benedict, a restaurant in that area. Although we know that we will have dessert elsewhere, at my favorite, in Crêperie Gigi, where the buckwheat crepes with dark chocolate, roasted almonds and extra chocolate ice cream are from another word.
The time has come to leave and, as usual, I feel invaded by the nostalgia of leaving this wonderful city. It is now when I always say to myself: "you have to come back when it is not fashion week to explore the city even more as if it were your home". I guess someday I will.
See you soon Paris, you are my favorite city in the world, even if it sounds like the biggest cliché.