The most talked-about show of Paris Fashion Week just wrapped, and it was literally written in the stars.

After months of fashion whispers, designer debuts, and the giant Chanel-sized question mark left after Virginie Viard’s exit, Matthieu Blazy finally walked into the spotlight and dropped a whole universe.

Monday night at the Grand Palais felt otherworldly. Chanel’s freshly restored home, glimmering from its five-hundred-million-dollar facelift, turned into a living galaxy. Saturn floated above the crowd. Planets hung midair. The runway shimmered half mirror, half night sky, like watching from both sides of the moon.

Blazy has always had a thing for the cosmos. Fitting, since Coco herself adored everything celestial: the stars, the moon, the endless sky. And Blazy studied that language, then wrote it in his own tone.

The clothes hit that sweet spot between nostalgia and now. Classic Chanel tweeds met something freer, sharper, more human. The kind of elegance that poses and moves.

The front row was a constellation of cool. Pedro Pascal, Margot Robbie, Tilda Swinton, Sofia Coppola, Nicole Kidman.

Simon Longland from Harrods called it a “masterclass.” The internet basically combusted. Blazy knows what women actually want to wear. Clothes that feel good, not just photograph well.

That’s why this debut worked. The spectacle was huge, but the heart of it all was something real. Clothes that were wearable, modern, and joyfully alive. Chanel for a generation that still loves heritage but craves the thrill of what’s next.

Fashion loves to talk about reinvention, but this wasn’t that. It was growth. The kind that takes you to outer space and somehow lands you right back home, a little changed, a little brighter.