So please enjoy my initial reaction to my out-of-this-world Blazy experience.

Earlier this year, when it seemed everyone was making changes, I had no idea what to expect. Bottega moving to new leadership, Chanel welcoming a fresh creative voice, Dior’s subtle reinventions, it all felt like a whirlwind. Fashion is always evolving, and with evolution comes opportunity and inspiration.

These shifts are more than just names on the door. Each new creative director brings a unique perspective that challenges tradition while honoring a brand’s heritage. Ralph Lauren’s classic Americana is receiving a modern twist, Hermes’ craftsmanship is finding fresh relevance, and Chanel and Dior are redefining their visual storytelling for a new era. Even Vogue is adjusting its editorial voice, continuing to shape the global fashion conversation.

For anyone working in or following the industry, this “Big Reshuffle” is more than news. It is a live demonstration of brand evolution, creative strategy, and adaptation to cultural trends. The way these iconic houses handle change offers lessons for designers, editors, and journalists alike.

Then came the Chanel show, and I quite literally cried. The tailoring, the craftsmanship, and the emotion on the runway felt like a completely new Chanel. We have all grown used to Karl Lagerfeld’s signature vision, and while his legacy is monumental, this new era introduces a fresh, bold, and fearless perspective that is both modern and deeply emotive.

The show itself was extraordinary. The set transformed the runway into a theatrical stage, immersing the audience in a story where every detail mattered. The clothing was meticulous and innovative. Stacked waistbands challenged traditional proportions while maintaining structure. Delicate feathers added subtle movement, and intricate embellishments created depth and artistry. Fabrics flowed effortlessly, silhouettes were both playful and strong, and each look seemed to tell its own story.

What excites me most is the new creative director’s ability to honor Chanel’s history while presenting a vision entirely their own. This is the Chanel of the future, designed for a generation that values expression, precision, and narrative through fashion. Witnessing this evolution reminded me why fashion is more than clothing. It is art, identity, and a reflection of the world changing around us. Chanel has stepped boldly into uncharted territory, and I cannot wait to see what comes next.

As Paris, New York, and other fashion capitals buzz with energy, I am taking notes on each transformation and the talent behind them. This is an exciting moment to witness how the fashion world balances legacy and innovation. Stay tuned as I continue to explore these shifts, the emerging talents behind them, and the stories shaping the future of style.

This is my first real winter, the kind that settles into your bones and forces you to reconsider what it means to get dressed. It took longer than I expected to adjust to the sharp cold, and for a while I relied on what I call my “sleeping bag,” a coat chosen purely for warmth and not for beauty. It did its job well, but every morning felt like a quiet negotiation between practicality and the person I still wanted to see in the mirror. My compromise became layering soft sweaters under a structured wool coat and stepping into heeled boots when my proper winter pair was delayed in the mail. A slight chill, I found, was a small price to pay for feeling like myself again.

Last Christmas I was in Paris, and in perfect francophile fashion I will return soon. Walking those streets, I watched how Parisians meet winter with a kind of calm certainty. Long wool coats, thick scarves wrapped high against the rain, sturdy boots built for endless walking. There were no frantic attempts to outdress the weather, only a steady commitment to classic shapes and thoughtful layers. Even in the cold, there was an ease to it. I carried that image home with me and began to shape my own winter wardrobe around the same principles of restraint and structure.

Lately, my style has drifted toward something that resembles the Olsen twins, whether because they remain personal icons or because winter mornings leave little patience for elaborate rituals. Scarves, coats, boots, and layers have become a uniform that feels both protective and expressive. I love the ceremony of winter dressing, the weight of a good coat, and the comfort of a favorite scarf. And yet, as the season stretches on, I can feel a quiet restlessness setting in. Winter fashion is a pleasure, but even pleasure can grow familiar.

Still, there is a certain satisfaction in stepping into the cold feeling composed and intentional. Each layered sweater and wrapped scarf becomes part of a small daily style practice, a reminder that even in the harshest weather, dressing well remains its own kind of warmth.

Favorite Trend

Reminiscent of the 80s, using padding to define and structure feminine shoulders. A person’s favorite at the moment, because I’ve recently come to realize that I am a pear-shaped individual. The structured, theatrical nature of a shoulder pad does wonders for my lines, widening my shoulders and giving me a more hourglass figure. As much as I wish I could’ve found a beautiful vintage jacket, my reality is finding pieces that are similar but not identical. As someone with more feminine, rounded features, I often like using hard, defined lines in my dressing. A structured, high-collar gives me a sharper jawline.

In August, I found a navy double-breasted jacket by Ralph Lauren and quickly became obsessed with the structured, military-cut piece. I was drawn to the imperial-ness of the collar, high, structured, and straight. Shortly after, Napoleon jackets hit the scene. I’m in love with them. It’s basic, and I know it’s a micro-trend, but I personally love these pieces. I love the opulence, the rigidness, and the way these jackets are being worn casually with a pair of jeans and a white tee.

Later in the season, I purchased my first item from Mango. I’ve always walked by the store and peered in, but never purchased anything because of the less-than-desirable cuts and fabrics. Despite my skepticism with the brand, I found the perfect fall jacket, military-inspired but with a business edge. A particular favorite aspect of this jacket is the mix of navy and black. The difference in the collar between the black jacket and the navy collar and cuff fascinated me. In this day and age, I cannot justify buying anything that is not a wardrobe staple. Still, thankfully enough for me, I live in NYC and went through a private school goth phase, so the combination of navy and black would 100% go with the rest of my black-and-navy wardrobe.

Glass of Wine

For those of you who don’t know, I’ve recently discovered that having free will includes drinking wine and champagne exclusively if I so desire. Well, I do, and now I will only order wine wherever I’m taken. I am also quite a snob when it comes to the environment. I love being in beautiful places with a fabulous glass of wine. Is that really so bad??

As a self-proclaimed wine snob, I dream of every establishment having a perfectly crisp and refreshing Sancerre, a French white wine, or sauvignon blanc if y’all want specifics.

As one can expect, the Ritz-Carlton NoMad has a fantastic glass. Their rooftop lounge, the Nubeluz, is one of my favorite places to take visitors, with its fabulous view of the city, which sparkles against the night sky, and its excellent interiors. However, without a reservation, the wait is hours long, not very accessible for those of us who sometimes like a “go with the flow” evening.

While I could go on and on about this upper-floor paradise with its chic vibe, I actually want to highlight their downstairs lobby bar. Accessible, we were seated straight away on a Friday night. If I thought the upstairs was gorgeous, the lobby bar does not disappoint. I was fascinated by a sculpted chandelier and the mosaic tile. Definitely a place I would return for interiors alone. I was not specific when I ordered. I simply asked if they had a Sauvignon Blanc, and was given one of the cleanest, crispest, most gorgeous glasses of wine served in a perfectly thin-stemmed glass. I was served a glass from the Kaituí line by Markus Schneider, a winery based in Germany’s Pfalz region, an area known for its sun-drenched vineyards and quietly excellent white wines. German wine isn’t usually my first choice, but this one surprised me in the best way: clean, crisp, and elegant enough that I will almost certainly be purchasing bottles of it in the future.

Allow me to rave about my experience here because I am quite picky and found it fantabulous. Not only did we have a great, comfortable seat with what I can only describe as the perfect glass, but they also had none other than Papas Bravas on the menu. Apologies, I’m about to sound like I just came back from a study abroad trip that “truly changed my life,” but the first time I had papas bravas was in Barcelona, and I became obsessed with ordering them at restaurants. Now I know it’s nothing special, just another version of friend potatoes with a fancy sauce, but let a girl be excited about the little things.

Anyway, the papas bravas paired with the German wine is honestly perfect in my opinion.

As expected, the bathroom was picturesque, quite literally. Like any social media-obsessed 20-something, there was, in fact, a photoshoot in the bathroom.

Funnily enough, the blazer I am wearing in this picture is a one-of-one piece I acquired in Barcelona. Vintage made new with the addition of this dark purple velvet ribbon and artful pinching, easily one of my favorite pieces.

At the end of the day, this is less about jackets or wine and more about intention—choosing pieces and places that feel aligned with who I am and how I want to move through the world. A structured blazer can change the way you stand; a beautiful glass of wine can change the way an evening unfolds. Both are small luxuries, yes, but ones that offer a sense of control, confidence, and pleasure in a city that rarely slows down. Whether I’m wrapped in military tailoring or perched at a bar with impeccable interiors and an even better pour, I’ll always choose what feels considered, classic, and unapologetically indulgent. After all, isn’t that the whole point?

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