An Alaïa show is always an exercise in precision — refinement distilled to its purest form. Inside a minimalist glass cube, the runway became a living screen: models glided over a monumental LED floor that played hypnotic short films, each featuring one of Pieter Mulier’s muses. The result was an immersive spectacle where light, movement, and silhouette merged into one continuous frame.
The collection unfolded with a language of fluidity. The opening look — a sculpted white mini dress and coat hybrid, its bell sleeves slicing the air — was punctuated by crimson stockings trimmed with fringe that danced in rhythm to every step. Flared cocktail dresses, long a house signature, re-emerged with asymmetrical hems and gleaming breastplate details — an elegant subversion of tradition.
Feathers appeared in coats and micro-minis, soft yet assertive, while body-hugging jersey dresses in blush pink and terracotta clung like second skin, tracing the ease and sensuality that Alaïa built its mythology upon. Each piece felt like a gesture — intimate, measured, quietly powerful.
The finale, a procession of draped skirts rendered with near-sculptural precision, brought the emotion full circle. It wasn’t just a close, but a crescendo: Mulier reminding us that beauty, at Alaïa, is never shouted — it’s breathed.
Words by Martin Onufrowicz
