From Courrèges’ temperature soaring show, to Haider Ackermann’s throbbing ode to sex at Tom Ford, things are getting a bit hot under the collar this season. Is Paris horny? Always. Isabel Marant maintained the heat, unveiling a sun-worshipping community of desert dwellers, dressed to chase the scorch.

Rooted in the house’s signature nomadic bohemianism, this season’s wardrobe echoed the arid landscapes it paid homage to: sun-creased leathers, raw-hem cargo trousers, military shirts softened by time and stitched with patchwork memories.

A hand-stitched waistcoat was crafted with moto ribbing and Mad Max straps – only less apocalyptic, more elemental – while loose shirts and shorts were decorated with floral cut-outs, and tailoring adopted jumpsuit silhouettes. Utilitarian jackets were slouched open and shoulders cut loose, their flap pockets and eyelets suggesting customisation on the move, and tops shimmered under sequin embellishment, designed to catch the sun and scatter it. Feeling the heat, bikinis were worn under leather, and shirts barely on.

Slouchy boots were seemingly made from found leather, wrapped and tied with beads, and belts fastened with parachute-like buckles. Everything was dyed in sun-faded tones: sand, ecru, bronze, pale yellow – shades lifted straight from the raw terrain, yet three-dimensional floral embroidery found life across the hem of a dress.

At the show’s end, Isabel Marant didn’t take her usual bow. Instead, long-time design collaborator Kim Bekker stepped out alone. A subtle signal? Maybe this wasn’t just another season, but a gentle torch passed into new light.