Chanel resort collection… It feels a little suspended in time.
It’s like someone waved a magic wand and poof, all the tourists in Saint-Tropez disappeared, everyone left was wearing Chanel, and then on top of that, some perfect weather made its way in.
Then you would go have a seat in the café and there was a party, some live music, some gifts, some champagne…
It was my first Chanel resort show and the first time that I felt so immersed in such a marvelous world where, as Karl so wonderfully illustrated, even the sun is in Chanel.
In the middle of it all was the most incredible staging (models coming in on the most sublime Rivas), playing with the history of Saint-Tropez and just barely touching on kitch (the end of the show was on a huge motorcycle) without ever losing sight of the sense of humor (the motorcycle stalled out right before it got to the podium –> everyone cracking up at the end of the show), I discovered the pleasure, if only for a couple days, of letting myself be completely transported.
So I still have a whole bunch of pictures to show you from the show (and maybe a video! Yeaah!)(The girl who get’s herself all worked up)… And lots of thoughts to share with you as well.
But that’s it for the moment, I’ll go have breakfast, and then there’s only one hour left to head vintage shopping (I have to tell you all about it! We came across the craziest shop in Saint-Tropez!) before heading back to Paris… I’ll see you soon!
Translation : Tim Sullivan