Karl Lagerfeld Sails House to Hamburg for Chanel’s Métiers d’Art

For the clothes – all 89 looks – they were a nod to put and history: rooted in the sights and sailors of the Hamburg port, with a specific nod to the Swinging ’60s, when The Beatles called the location home. With blue chunky wire knits and cashmere thigh-great leg warmers to bejeweled Elbesegler sailor caps, much time smoking pipes and side-slung quilted duffel handbags, the models were transformed into a merchant mariner. Ahoy.


Accompanied by rousing initial music right from the Resonanz orchestra, led by simply the composer, conductor and cellist Oliver Coates (exactly who took center stage in a hoodie), the maritime references continuing to stream thick and fast.

There have been gray, officer-ready belted pea coats with gleaming silver buttons, flared and cropped pants, and a white colored bouclé sailor skirt-suit finished with a bow and red piping. With nautical braids within their head of hair and gauzy net mind scarves, the models Kaia Gerber and Grace Elizabeth traversed the hall’s tiers in rusty-hue jackets and sweaters imprinted with knotted ropes, or shimmering with multicolor metallic mosaics, à la … shipping and delivery container. (Genuinely. Designers find motivation in the most unexpected places.)

The final battalion of textured evening wear in myriad glittering blues intended to mimic the waves of the ocean drew gasps from the crowd, with most members peering through mini Chanel opera glasses that had been left on their seats.


“It was so moving tonight, more than usual I thought, to see Karl back within the city he was created,” said Ms. Depp, the facial skin of several Chanel advertising campaigns.

“So much of the spirit and strength of this city was obviously woven into the clothes, the feelings were buoyed by the music too, which space,” she said, waving at the hall’s bright white vaulted dome and gleaming organ pipes, arrayed just like a waterfall on one wall.

Later, everyone navigated to a good vast warehouse about the harbor docks that had been transformed into a momentary den of iniquity. A “drunken’” sailor choir lined the rickety metal staircases of the venue, belting out tunes as diners dipped into local fish dishes passed on very long wooden banqueting tables via giant pulleys suspended in midair.

There was a tattoo parlor, gallons of flowing grog – C champagne, that is fashion – and lots of dancing before the crowds made their way onto the cobblestones and into the darkness, beckoned by their own voyage home.

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