Hermès invites you to mute your doom-scrolling and come play detective. Starting June 19, the house is transforming New York’s Pier 36 into a life-size mystery novel titled “Mystery at the Grooms,” an immersive adventure through six theatrically designed rooms where—quelle horreur!—an entire herd of "horses" has bolted. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to follow tiny hoofprints and decode clues narrated by a velvet-voiced storyteller named Mr. Honoré (yes, like the rue du Faubourg), and corral the runaways before the clock strikes 60 minutes.
Naturally, Hermès can’t resist a visual feast for the eyes, so expect the décor to wow as hard as it works. Carrots the size of riding boots sprout from hay bales in The Pantry; silk-bound books swing open to reveal secret passages in The Library; somewhere in The Dormitory, a pedigree horse is allegedly napping beneath a Rocabar blanket.
Think of it as a Birkin lover’s fun house: the brand’s sixteen métiers—leather, silk, jewelry, watches, and even the shoe atelier leave behind cheeky horseshoe prints scattered amongst the French house's museum-worthy luxuries. One minute you’re admiring a Della Cavalleria mini bag (whose curves and hardware mimic a saddle); the next, you’re face-to-face with the archival Kelly rocking horse. Somewhere, rumor has it, a Birkin looms, blown up to enormous proportions—catnip for anyone still hunting for a size 35.
The horses hide among everybody objects at Hermès’s "Mystery at the Grooms".
And that’s the deeper thrill here: beneath the theatrics lies a manifesto on slow luxury. Every object in sight is designed to be repaired, inherited, and cherished through generations. In a season when fashion moves at TikTok tempo, Hermès is effectively urging us to recognize the value in craft.
Sessions run daily from 11 a.m. to 6:30 p.m. until June 29; tickets are free but require booking at hermes.com. The game is open to anyone ages seven and up, making this a rare unicorn luxury event where the scene-stealer could be your second-grader, instead of your designer bag.
Consider it your officially sanctioned break from reality: 60 minutes of horse-powered fun, handcrafted eye candy, and—obviously—a snap with the supersized Birkin, or else it never happened.
