Fashion brands and retail consultant Ramya Giangola on a memorable fashion moment.
Paris Fashion Week is [the last leg] of a very exhausting and intense fashion [marathon] month. There’s a lot of late nights and early mornings which culminates into attendees running on adrenaline.
But, [everyone always rallies] for the Chanel show, which occurs at the end of PFW, as it’s known to be the best ever, complete with a great musician, and [coveted] goodie bag.
I’ll never forget the first time I ever attended one: the Spring/Summer 2012 show in October 2011 at 10 o’clock in the morning at the Grand Palais.
I was so excited; to me, Chanel is the Holy Grail of fashion.
My friend and I decided to carpool together, and ended up hitting a ton of Left Bank traffic on the way there. We were running so late, and I was getting so stressed out — MISSING MY FIRST CHANEL SHOW WOULD HAVE BEEN THE WORST —but we made it just in time.
Upon entering the venue, it was obvious that the collection was inspired by the ocean, as the room had been transformed into an underwater seascape: the floor was dusted with crushed pearls to look like sand, and giant, white opalescent shells adorned the stage. It was very iridescent, ethereal, and even romantic, as the sun shone through the glass ceiling.
At the beginning of the show, a harp player performed while models, including Stella Tennant and Brad Kroenig, walked the runway in beautiful pastel looks. Then, all of a sudden, one of the giant clams opened to reveal Florence and the Machine’s Florence Welch singing. It was such a quintessential Chanel moment that I was moved to tears.
The show only lasted 20 minutes, but felt so much longer. It had exceeded my expectations, and I spent the rest of the day on cloud nine.
That show will always be the most special.
— as told to The Thick