Paris Hilton Wore Quartz Pink Couture for the Infinite Icon Premiere and Every Detail Sparkled
By Alexus Mosley
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Paris Hilton has never treated a red carpet as just an appearance. For her, it’s always been a moment to dazzle, and for the world premiere of her documentary Infinite Icon: A Visual Memoir, Hilton did exactly that. Stepping onto the red carpet in a quartz-pink Tony Ward Couture gown.
The dress was unmistakably “Paris.” Rendered in a soft, glowing shade of pink, the couture creation featured flowing cape sleeves that moved with an almost ethereal ease. These whimsical, glamorous details read less like embellishment and more like jewelry woven directly into the fabric.
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The skirt added another layer of quiet intrigue. Delicately pleated with subtle slits along the sides, it offered fleeting glimpses of Hilton’s bedazzled silver pumps, catching the light with every step.
What made the look especially charming was how seamlessly it extended to her children. Hilton’s son, Phoenix, complemented the moment in black cargo pants paired with white sneakers accented by silver rhinestones and bedazzled sunglasses. Her daughter, London, leaned fully into the pink fantasy, wearing a baby-pink tutu layered over white leggings, topped with a matching pink hair bow. Like her brother, she finished the look with sparkling shoes and sunglasses, adding a heart-shaped handbag and a baby doll for a touch of childlike whimsy.
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Together, the family created a visual narrative that felt cohesive without being costume-like. In perfect, sparkly, pink harmony.
Hilton’s choice of Tony Ward Couture for the evening was fitting. Known for romance, craftsmanship, and high-drama silhouettes, the house mirrored the spirit of Infinite Icon itself: reflective, glamorous, and deeply personal. This wasn’t just about dressing for a premiere, but about honoring a legacy built on image, intention, resilience, and being unapologetically authentic.
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