She leaves on a whim
Takes her suitcase and flies away
Dressed for the city
Dressed for travel
Dressed for a party
Prepared for any situation
To walk through foreign streets
To venture forth on a safari
To dance under the stars
Her bag contains every key piece
Cape and trench-coat
Must-have jackets: workwear, safari or tuxedo
Bermuda shorts and wide-leg trousers
Blouses, polo and regular shirts

"Les Essentiels" enters Haute Couture and becomes "Les Exceptionnels". The fine wool jacket is transformed into a tuxedo with a revealing back. The double gabardine trench coat elongates, embroidered with memories. The "petites mains" unravel the fabric into fringes, underlining the cotton gauze dress.

The MRK spirit for Winter 2021?

“Cocoon” garments to reassure and protect.

Wrap-around coats, capes and generous trench-coats reflect the MRK touch.

Streamlined trouser suits.

Skirts, trousers and shirts… to adopt forever and mix according to the moment.

Super comfortable knitwear with a graphic silhouette.

And always, the house codes: blouses and dresses in flowing charmeuse, graphic poplin for shirts, architectural dresses, clever tailoring…

Tactile fabrics: velvet, brocade, woolens, double gabardine…

A luminous palette: bright greens, blues and reds combined with the classic black and white.

The extraordinarily violent blast of August 4, 2020 left our magnificent boutique entirely destroyed. And Rabih himself seriously injured. Thankfully, after a few months of convalescence, he is on his way to a full recovery.

Despite the shock and the sadness, we have been determined to rebuild and restore the beauty and the magic of this place. We are committed to our amazing Beirut team, and more than ever we want to support the creativity of our Beirut ateliers.

While we cannot know for certain when the boutique will be operational again, we have set up a temporary boutique and atelier, a stone’s throw from 320 rue Gouraud.

What if Beirut and Paris were hanging by a thread, a drawing, a mouvement, a line, a grain?

In Beirut, the dress is dreamt, imagined, conceived, sketched, drawn. In Paris, it takes shape, comes to life, gets woven. Alive, playful, orange-red.

More than a simple unveiling of a dress, 320/38 is an invitation into the intimate creative world of Rabih Kayrouz. Unable to be next to his creation – a few 4.168,33 km apart – the designer, while in 320 Gouraud Street, Beirut, conjures distance by using his pen, his hands, his vision; aesthetics that will later be fulfilled in 38 Boulevard Raspail, Paris.

There, in Beirut, the "sublime petites mains", caressed by the morning light, weave an imaginary gros grain, like a thin thread which will materialize in a studio flooded with the light of a Parisian afternoon.

In Beirut, this sample.
In Paris, this creation.
Color erupts. 

What if Beirut and Paris were hanging by a thread, a drawing, a mouvement, a line, a grain?

In Beirut, the dress is dreamt, imagined, conceived, sketched, drawn. In Paris, it takes shape, comes to life, gets woven. Alive, playful, orange-red.

More than a simple unveiling of a dress, 320/38 is an invitation into the intimate creative world of Rabih Kayrouz. Unable to be next to his creation – a few 4.168,33 km apart – the designer, while in 320 Gouraud Street, Beirut, conjures distance by using his pen, his hands, his vision; aesthetics that will later be fulfilled in 38 Boulevard Raspail, Paris.

There, in Beirut, the "sublime petites mains", caressed by the morning light, weave an imaginary gros grain, like a thin thread which will materialize in a studio flooded with the light of a Parisian afternoon.

In Beirut, this sample.
In Paris, this creation.
Color erupts.