Strobe lights flickering and Deep-House music thumping.

We are in a warehouse, past curfew hours, celebrating late into the early hours the infectious pulse that is Beirut.

We skipped the last couture season to reassess & realign.

And take an off-track leap forward.

She is uninhibited, super-glam

Her silhouettes are sharp,

Every now & then, dramatic volumes take shape.

For Him, introducing menswear for the first time,

Beirut’s glittering horizon reflected into embroidered tailored suits & shimmering hoodies.

Cheers to you Beirut,

To your unique craftsmanship,

To the pulse of your people,

To your never ending beats.