Hotels are crossroads of culture, chance and reinvention—the very qualities Mike Amiri says guide everything he creates. This season, the designer checks us into Chateau AMIRI, an imaginary grand hotel bathed in morning light. If last season’s Club AMIRI captured a single, cinematic night, its daytime sequel feels brighter and more hopeful: guests wake to cedar-scented hallways, marble-tiled lobbies and balconies that overlook far-flung horizons.

The collection reflects that mood of easy movement. Languid linen suits drift alongside robe-like coats cut from silk jacquard; terry-cloth tailoring nods to cabana life, while slipper-style loafers—many embossed with the AMIRI monogram—evoke the casual ritual of padding from suite to pool. Key-clip charms, worked to resemble gilt room keys, swing from belt loops and bags, reminding us that every look is a souvenir of somewhere just visited—or about to be discovered.

Amiri layers Hollywood nostalgia with detours to the Mediterranean and the Pacific, blending sun-bleached neutrals with sunset rose, Pacific aqua and tropic-print silks. Crochet knits, patch-worked denim and tapestry-woven jackets hint at treasures picked up en route, yet the silhouette remains unmistakably Los Angeles: relaxed, confident and perpetually in motion. Film, music and art surface everywhere—stitched into back-panel embroideries or echoed in the languorous soundtrack—as if the house’s creative “residents” were mingling in the hotel bar, trading ideas over espresso.

From first light to late brunch, Chateau AMIRI imagines a world where strangers cross paths, identities evolve and wardrobes tell the story. In Amiri’s hands, the everyday passage of time inside a hotel becomes the setting—and the catalyst—for new ways of dressing.