Behind a Mask of Ceramics and Beeswax, Maison Margiela Takes Shanghai Through a Captivating Deluge - and Straight To The Flea Market

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If there’s one covenant between Maison Margielaand the industry, the house swears to equate the unsettling with the ethereal. The two go hand-in-hand to deliverasincere collision, and on Wednesday the house delivered their Fall Winter 2026 collection to Shanghai upon the docks. As expected, the creamy yet cracked dollishness provided ashow built on purposeful frugality and devastated tapestries, a collage of theirartisanal and ready-to-wear pieces. It’s the first show the house has taken to China, and stands sentinel over their latest project: twelve exhibitionsacrossathird theamount of cities, each focusing on a different facet of the collection. Quite fittingly, Beijing is due to host one on theanonymity of the mask - and if anything, that was the diadem of this show. Reimagined became Maison Margiela’s signature principles; the iconic second skin silhouettes returned, alongside garments washed in their distinctive bianchetto white - of which you can craft your own wash through their invite, a can of white paint. Ingenuity with unexpected materials remained ultimately central, as did the blending and bonding of contrasting textiles; pieces were constructed from eclectic components brought together in inventive ways, all while preserving the brand’s emblematic use of masks to maintain that aforementioned aura of anonymity. The walks wereartfully inelastic, the fabrics even more so, and Where The Wild Roses Grow underscored the wonderful thing.

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Mummifying your show in beeswax is one method of producing timelessness. It’s ritualistic in Margiela’s recent show, and Glenn Martins has donean astounding job of creating a narrativeand an atmosphere - he’sarrested astory mid-gesture, and it’s astunning introductory lesson to the upcoming exhibitions. The entombments were of genuine interest from various states of time, and theact of preservation here was ensuring the brand’s past, present, and imagined future breathed that same second-hand oxygen. Nothing is more beautiful in fashion than deliberate stasis; nobody has enacted it like Margiela, and this show proved very big shoes to fill indeed should anyone wish to havea go. It’salso not often you should begin with theaccessories of a collection, but it’sa good place to begin considering you’d procure such trinketsat the flea market - the overall feel the show wasaiming for. Still wrapped in a veil of protective waxy residue, the jewellery appeared to have been brought back by an eccentric and antiquarian family member from abroad. Other pieces took on the gothic geometry of chandelier prisms, but reinterpreted in solid metal - the Glam Slam bags in particular took on a venerable look. Chainsand bracelets were hewn from interlinked metal forms fused with leatherand shards of fractured mirror, echoing the tactile, hybrid construction of the new Link bag’s handle - and it all colluded incandescently from there. 

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Pieces were incredibly Edwardian, that glazed and cracked porcelain patinalending to the pared-down extravagance whilealso acting asa historical testimony to Chinain organza- and actual ceramic fired to form. The silhouettesalso lended themselves to some stunning disruption of proportions. Notes of aggregation and self-assembly were everywhere to be sought. Printed dresses were bonded to plissé slipsand then cracked open, revealing fault schisms of fabric. Waistcoats layered over shirts were fused together with printed silk, then cut freeagain, leaving the negative space of the garment that once sat above. Not to mention, of course, that each look was completed with an artisanal mask, enforcing a uniform anonymity that felt both ceremonial and conspiratorial - nodding straight to theafter‑hours curiosities Margielaloves to unearth. Draping, too, was pushed into impossible territory; some dresses were folded so intricately that the beginning and end of each drape slipped straight back into themselves, reflective of the moonlit crack in reality. Other dresses looked as though the top layer ofa double‑pleated skirt had been caught in a breeze, despite theapparent and exuding calm. The electric color palette did shatter thearistocratic silhouettes, however, with neon greensat silent war with crushed velvet plum and swirling blues.

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Knitwear followed its own eccentric course ofaction: sweaters hand‑painted in red, white, and black, intentionally ill‑fitting V‑necks, and necklines that looked gently eaten away at by time joined boiled wool dresses left raw‑cut and steamed into sculptural silhouettes. It wasalso pleasant to see new variations of tuxedo with reversed collarsand those same coarse parameters. The literal star of the show wasa pure callback to the earliest of alma meters: a dress collaged from upcycled stickered stars with a hooded neckline. All raced towards the finale ofarestored painting beyond any remedy that Martinsand his team could use to withhold its original state - instead it was draped over two individual corsets to createa flaked gown. The transparency through the mask is very reminiscent of pride in its original identity.

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What lingers most, long after the final look dissolved back into its shipping container, was the rather wondrous insistence that nothing here truly wished to be finished. Nothing about this show was interested in resolution at all, and thrived in asuspended moment. Martins wasn’t just reenacting erosion, either - more like he’d physically recreated it, and actually designed pieces to continue in the breakdown. Fashion is never truly a closed narrative, but a deliberately fractured collection that just doesn’t want to settle isan interesting one, and it's been handled so intimately by Martins behind the scenes that it’s hard not to appreciate just how stunning this show was.