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The Fashion Edit Journal
What is happening in fashion and who is happening in fashion? The Fashion Edit has been hitting the pavement in stilettos to bring you the latest and greatest at London and Paris Fashion Weeks. With access to the brands and trends that are shaping our world, we invite you to come along as we explore the world of fashion visionaries and strut alongside today’s most prolific creators. Join Fashion Editor, Sophie Lin, as she pops in and out of shows throughout the electrifying city of London and fashion’s ground zero, Paris. Discover what is to come in the upcoming seasons and feel the buzzing excitement of the moment of creative inception.
MMAM unveiled its AW5 collection, "Contrasting Layers", an examination in harmonizing opposing forces through fashion, movement, and sound. Designer Park Hyun transformed the runway into a living canvas, where garments became extensions of the body in motion, thanks to a collaboration with choreographer Lee Ruda.
Asymmetrical coats with razor-sharp lapels melted into fluid skirts, while tailored jackets dissolved into billowing sleeves, a nod to Rhee’s Korean heritage and its harmony of opposites. Matte wool clashed with iridescent vinyl, and quilted panels brushed against sheer organza, creating a tactile narrative of resilience and delicacy.
As I approached the Irish Embassy and ascended the blue carpeted grand staircase on Avenue Foch I was very excited to return to a Roisin Pierce show. It has been a few seasons since I had attended one and this designer's haunting garments have always resonated with me. Róisín Pierce’s AW25 collection, "Nothing Pure Can Stay", wasn’t just a show, it was a whispered elegy to fleeting beauty, a tactile sonnet spun from lace and longing. The title, borrowed from Sylvia Plath and Vladimir Nabokov, set the tone; delicate, melancholic, and achingly romantic.
Wang’s exploration of proportion was deliberate; nipped waists, inflated hips, and elongated torsos echoed historical dress codes without veering into costume. Oversized blazers and cocoon like parkas contrasted with sleek, architectural underpinnings, creating a dynamic interplay between expansion and contraction.
Coco and I barely made it to this show due to the Casablanca after party the night before. But on our way to the show we walked behind another attendee and overheard him telling someone on the phone he was on his way to the "Carolina OoU" show. That heavy French accent had us rolling and snapped us out of our slumped morning demeanor.
Julie Kegels unveiled her Fall 2025 collection; a witty, subversive homage to late 20th-century corporate aesthetics. The 26-year-old Antwerp designer, known for her razor sharp reinterpretations of nostalgia, drew inspiration from Judith Price’s 1980 book, “Executive: Achieve Success Through Taste”, a flea-market find that became her muse. The result? A collection that oscillated between tech-bro irony and high-design sophistication, all while questioning the gendered tropes of power dressing.
Arriving at the show we were greeted by two friendly mascots, a tennis ball and an orange. We took our seats and were treated to more gifts, stickers that we can use on notebooks, water bottles, etc. It truly felt like Casablanca embraced the Japanese culture, small gifts for big happiness.
Inspired by Hélène Rochas’ legendary 20th-century ball, the collection blended archival reverence with playful irreverence. Think cocoon coats in plush crocodile-printed wool, sharp tailoring with heart-shaped sleeves, and dresses that rustled like unwrapped bonbons, each piece a nod to Marcel Rochas’ surrealist legacy.
When one gets an invitation to Anrealage it is ALWAYS a coveted invitation. Paris Fashion Week never fails to surprise, but Kunihiko Morinaga’s ANREALAGE AW25 show at the American Cathedral was a true revelation. Titled “Screen”, the collection redefined the boundaries of fashion, transforming garments into dynamic, ever evolving displays.
It was a long walk to the show venue and I didn't feel like looking at my phone for directions anymore. It was like the universe heard my thought and sent me my very own white rabbit. I heard the clickety-clack of red leather heels, followed them up to a woman in a long overcoat and a large leather clutch. It was obvious that if I followed her, I'd surely arrive at the show.
Abra drew inspiration from those small-town boutique trips with his mother, where "from Paris" labels sparked fantasies of cosmopolitan elegance. This season, he reversed the script, crafting garments that became those coveted imports.
All I could think about when descending level upon level of stairs was that it was going to take forever to get out of there after the show. CFCL was my first show at Paris Fashion Week AW25. Located at the iconic Les Halles, it was the perfect beginning to my PFW adventures and it set the stage for CFCL’s Knit-ware manifesto, a 10th-anniversary collection that was fused with Tim Ingold’s Lines; A Brief History with the mechanical heartbeat of computer-programmed knitwear.
London Fashion Week is always a whirlwind of creativity, but Maison ARTC’s AW25 presentation, "Coming Home", was a standout moment, a love letter to Morocco woven from memory, diaspora, and reinvention. Artsi Ifrach, the visionary behind the label, delivered a collection that felt both deeply personal and universally resonant, blending vintage textiles with contemporary storytelling.
Chraibi, one of only two North African designers on the LFW schedule (whose work was more well suited for the Paris Haute Couture Week schedule), drew from the very air around us; fluffy clouds, midnight skies, and starlight. Her signature fusion of Moroccan modesty and European glamour shimmered through. Ethereally translucent organza coats draped over silk skirts and beaded constellations trailed down gowns like falling stars.
Arrival at the show consisted of receiving a Passport book and answering a short questionnaire to see which group you belong in. Are you an adventurer, warrior or an introspective thinker? From that point, we began our journey through the YAKU Universe of various vignettes and of course through a journey of fashion.
Walking into St. Paul’s Church for Hector Maclean’s AW25 show, "Bastard Aristocrat", the atmosphere was buzzing with anticipation, equal parts reverence and rebellion. The setting alone, with rain-slicked cobblestones and Union Jack umbrellas bobbing outside, felt like a metaphor for Maclean’s collection, a collision of sacred tradition and anarchic energy. As the wind picked up one of the umbrellas and set it flying majestically across the runway, the show begins...
Designer George Keburia, known for his sculptural silhouettes and gothic undertones, delivered a collection that felt like a love letter to nocturnal glamour, with a dash of Georgian folklore. This season, Keburia played with contrasts in surrealism and traditionalism.
When the PR person at a show tells you to sit front row instead of your designated second row seat, it is like getting upgraded to First from Economy Plus on a flight. When I got upgraded, I knew this show was going to be special. Pauline Dujancourt’s AW25 collection is a delicate ode to memory and rebirth. As someone who’s raced through Parisian traffic to catch a closing gate (KIMHEKIM SS25), I appreciate when a show demands you slow down and Dujancourt’s did just that.
The energy at Ray Chu’s AW25 showcase was a magnetic blend of audacity and vulnerability. Titled "CHAPTER V: KISS ME", the collection marked Chu’s London Fashion Week presentation with a statement; fashion is not just worn, it’s felt. The Soho venue, intimate yet charged, became a stage for silhouettes that defied gender norms, wrapped in a dreamy palette of dusky pinks and molten metallics.
Gorey’s signature subversion was everywhere. Her signature disheveled elegance of crushed velvet dresses with asymmetrical hems, as if thrown on in haste, but cut with precision. Metallics and sheer panels blurred the line between last night’s party and this morning’s aftermath.
