From 30 September to 9 October, the Virgil Abloh Foundation, in partnership with Nike, calls on audiences to sustain this legacy, transforming the space into one of reflection, celebration, and ongoing dialogue between past and present.

Adulterers Anonymous (1982) is a soliloquy on love and on all that might be mistaken for it. Its lines have absorbed the solitude and desperation of a feeling that, even when consumed in the flesh, lingers in the body until it becomes a torture for the mind.

Across Europe this summer, fashion’s hidden histories and quiet legends come alive—not in grand gestures, but in hushed rooms where time seems to pause. From Osaka’s softly glowing Louis Vuitton archives to London’s lingering Versace silhouettes, through Paris’s delicate unraveling of Wes Anderson’s cinematic worlds, and Venice’s intimate portrait of Marc Jacobs by Sofia Coppola—these exhibitions invite you into moments suspended between memory and myth, where style breathes in shadow and light.

For his debut at the helm of Maison Margiela, Glenn Martens stages a ghostly procession inside crumbling walls. Between echoes of Martin Margiela’s legacy and the romantic dissonance of John Galliano’s spectacle, Martens delivers a couture collection that is both deeply autobiographical and politically charged.