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The news
The Zoe Report published its Paris spring/summer 2027 trend round-up on 7 October, and one of its six headlines is trousers. Under the name "party pants", the piece notes that plain trousers were replaced on the runways by elaborate ones: silky slacks with a skirt detail at Louis Vuitton, sparkly snakeskin-printed jeans at Balmain, high-shine pairs at Dior and white denim screen-printed with palm trees and dolphins at Stella McCartney. The same report lists orange as the colour of the season, a return to preppy styling, bold graphics, floral garlands and heavily embellished shoes, with brooches and gold chains on stilettos at Saint Laurent.
via The Zoe Report, 7 October 2026
Dahlia's take
I have opinions about trousers. Everyone who has met me knows this, so a season that puts the trouser in charge of the evening is, on paper, my season. The idea is right: a trouser can carry a night on its own, and a dress has to work much harder to be interesting below the waist.
What I don't buy is the name. "Party pants" sounds like something sold next to the greeting cards, and as I said for the record, the label is what gives a good habit an expiry date. I also don't buy the dolphins. A trouser earns its place through fabric and cut, not through a print that needs explaining.
My version has been in the wardrobe for a while. The grey ribbed tank I wore in the hotel corridor over black satin wide-legs with a skirt panel is the skirt-over-trouser idea, done in black so the shape does the talking. The silver brocade trousers I wore on the roof with a strapless leather bustier are the high-shine version: one metal, the rest black. And the gunmetal tapered trousers with the mesh and leather bodysuit are what happens when the trouser is the only thing you need to think about.
Rule: if the trousers are loud, the top shuts up. Call them what you like. I'll be wearing them in March, under whatever name has replaced it.
