1.0Soft Sensibilitieshttps://kimberlypearl.co/blogKimberlyhttps://kimberlypearl.co/blog/author/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="TaaLVY5o2D"><a href="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/coocoo-for-coco/">Coocoo for Coco</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/coocoo-for-coco/embed/#?secret=TaaLVY5o2D" width="600" height="338" title="“Coocoo for Coco” — Soft Sensibilities" data-secret="TaaLVY5o2D" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> I scream, you scream, we all scream for Matthieu Blazy! I don’t believe in queueing to spend your hard-earned money (though I have waited in my share of snaking lines), but I do regret not waiting at Rodeo, on drop day, for Matthieu Blazy‘s debut collection. In hindsight, everything worked out—as it always does—but in the heat of the hunt, I turned feverish. Frothing, even, to track down these particular shoes. They were the sole items (within budget, of course; a crucial distinction) that I wanted from Chanel’s Spring Summer 2026 runway. And the fact that I was this close to finding a pair three times, only to miss the window by half a day each attempt, heightened the yearning. I missed this Chanel. It was a return to play, à la Karl Lagerfeld, and in veneration of the woman wearing the garments—clothes for her life, not the clothes as her life—just as Coco Chanel herself had intended. Blazy’s first show was the first part of a dissertation on the house’s spirit: his silhouettes paid homage to Coco’s codes, and every detail reflected a deep and considered, almost obsessive, study of her life. It was pure joy and exaltation. This…https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-content/uploads/2026/05/chanel-s26-matthieu-blazy-mule-heel-silver-cc-detail-unboxing.jpg