Today at Paris Fashion Week it was Chanel. And therefore Karl’s moment. You know, Karl doesn’t have small moments. It’s always a spectacle and he is always the grand prince. I really love when he makes his exit entrance. It’s really the definition of amazingness. Flanked by the incomparable Ines de la Fressange, unchanged after all these years, and of course his muse Baptiste, Karl celebrated his new collection – clothes most of us can only look at and dream about. I can’t stop staring at those black heeled open toe wedges in gold and silver. And... well... all of it.

Before we lose ourselves in wishing though, just a quick note on Karl and Baptiste a couple of days before at the presentation of his short film La Lettre for Hogan – he’s an artiste, he never rests! I imagine when he’s “creating”, Baptiste sits by his feet, silent and contemplative as Karl absentmindedly pets his head, scribbling, designing, making masterpieces, vision and delights springing forth from his genius.

Errr... the film is below.

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