Inside Vogue100’s Couture Week Soirée With Georges and Jad Hobeika at Hôtel de Crillon

In a week when the East Coast was gripped by record snowfall, Vogue100 slipped out of the cold and into the pearly-gray mist of Paris—a city that has always worn its weather well—to celebrate the Spring 2026 Couture shows with master couturiers Georges Hobeika and his son Jad Hobeika, two architects of elegance with an eye for structure and precision.

From its first atelier in Beirut, established three decades ago, to its grand salons in Paris and beyond, this family-run maison has pursued beauty and embellishment as an art form with a devotional focus. Vogue100 witnessed that excellence from the front row of the house’s runway show hosted inside the American Church in Paris. Under the towering Gothic nave, the group sat transfixed as beams of light spotlighted each look as it floated down the vaulted darkened aisles, illuminating the sway of fabric, the glint of embroidery, and the engineering of dramatic silhouettes. The result was nothing short of mesmerizing—and the runway show was only the beginning.

Later in the week, Vogue100 gathered at the Hôtel de Crillon to fete Georges and Jad Hobeika at a dinner soirée hosted in their honor. Guests arrived resplendent in a cavalcade of couture looks from the house, bringing the runway right into the room. The gilded salons of the Crillon came alive as Georges and Jad—debonair, attentive, and impossibly gracious—greeted each guest like an old friend, setting the tone for an evening that was both intimate and grand.

Few addresses in Paris rival the Crillon, and the grandeur of the Salon Marie-Antoinette took on new energy as it filled with Vogue100 and friends of the house. Champagne flutes in hand, guests drifted between clusters and through the French doors onto the colonnaded terrace, overlooking vignettes of the city as the Eiffel Tower glittered in the distance.

Georges moved through the grand salon with ease, making introductions, admiring the drape of a dress, and tracing the inspiration behind a detail: a bow and floral motif here (a nod to Coco Chanel, whom he has long admired) and a silhouette inspired by Valentino there. Jad welcomed the room with remarks from the heart, and discovered an immediate kinship with Lilia Zeldis, who wowed in a striking red leather dress—deeply cut and intricately embossed with flowers and lace. Stefania Magidson arrived equally exquisite in the same look, and the two did what any sensible woman in Paris would do: laughed, linked arms, and struck poses for a twinning photo, as if it had been planned. Lisa Sher-Chambers wore a beaded tulle dress embroidered with florals and finished with crystal fringe, the beading catching the light with every move, while Fumi Lee was luminous in a strapless gold bodice with sculpted corsetry, softened by a fluid, pleated skirt—two distinct readings of Hobeika glamour. Conversation moved easily from the house’s exquisite runway show to Couture Week’s most delicious gossip.

Dinner was served in the Salon des Aigles beneath a gilded ceiling older than the Republic itself, where allegorical eagles hover in permanent flight—a regal canopy for a room that has witnessed centuries of ceremony. Tonight, however, it was pure celebration: spirited conversation ran the length of two long banquet tables lit by candlelight and lined with flowers. The menu opened with sea bream ceviche brightened with citrus and caviar, followed by a mushroom-and-spinach cannelloni served with an herb salad and lovage foam, and finished with a chocolate finale of frozen cocoa meringue and mousse.

Between plates, Georges and Jad circulated around the tables as laughter rose and friendships multiplied. Georges’s other son, Marc Hobeika, was also present with his fiancée, Camela Ishac—a reminder that the house is shaped by family as much as by vision. In a fashion world forever chasing the next new thing, the father-and-son creative directors made a different case: the house not as a moment, but as a lineage facing forward, dedicated to excellence and craftsmanship.

Couture Week would continue, of course—more shows, more dinners, more reasons to hurry elsewhere—but tonight, beneath the gilded eagles, no one was inclined to leave the company of the Hobeikas. Glasses were refilled, conversations continued, and the soirée stretched late into the night while Paris waited outside.