Louis Vuitton presents its major autumn-winter show, and watch out, hold on to your suitcases: this season, Nicolas Ghesquière takes us on a stylistic journey on a station platform, where surrealism meets the bar car.

Just imagine the SNCF announcement: ‘Attention departure, train bound for Fashion Week, serving all the stops for good taste, WTF and sartorial audacity’. On the platform, a colourful crowd crowds: a yoga teacher in an asymmetric leotard, a private detective in a fluorescent trench coat, a chic camper in a designer bivouac blanket and, yes, that model over there plays the ukulele like Marilyn Monroe in ‘Some Like It Hot’. This is the magic of Vuitton: a melting pot of characters who could just as easily have stepped off the Trans-Siberian Railway as out of an Agatha Christie film. Continue reading →