Then came Palomo, always so true to himself, so free. This time with a collection inspired by Sofia Coppola’s cinema that opened the door to an intimate and delicate universe. It felt like witnessing a silent transition: from youth to maturity, from fantasy to desire. It moved us deeply. We loved seeing him take the leap into the feminine, as if daring to put into words (and into fabrics) what so often remains invisible.
And then, Adolfo Domínguez. Fourteen years later, back in Madrid. Just the name of his collection, Zenit, already generated expectation. And it delivered. Serenity, calm, a language whose silence speaks volumes. The images from the Crystal Gallery at the Palacio de Cibeles conveyed that timeless elegance, that unmistakable signature.
As we watched it all from afar, we returned to our own memories in Madrid. Studying there, learning up close, internships in fashion that taught us the value of listening to the consumer, walking its streets and soaking up its essence. Perhaps that’s why these shows moved us so much: because we felt that Madrid was not only a stage, but also root, memory, and now the future of fashion.
Today we shout it out without fear: Madrid has it all. Craftsmanship, creativity, courage, and a heartbeat that crosses borders and screens. And even if we weren’t physically there, we lived it as if we had walked it ourselves. Because fashion, when it’s authentic, feels like this: intense, inspiring, shared.
Because what we are witnessing is not just another season: it’s the beginning of a new chapter in which Madrid steps firmly forward and leaves its mark.
The question is… are we ready to see how far it can go?