SUMMER IN PROVENCE

RÊVE ROUGE

It all started with a dream. An intense fantasy of soft light, plush and that everlasting image of bohemian Paris. And tons of red. Nothing suits better a woman on its way to conquer the world. Nothing gives her more courage to go and take what’s hers. Just like she’s on a safari, but not for trophies. For pleasures that last. Go take them.

TENDER IS THE SUMMER

Slow mornings, bathed in gentle sunlight. Stretched lazy afternoons of doing nothing but feeling peace and freedom. Sunsets that put all our busyness on pause. And that love story, waiting for us barefoot. A love … easy as a sea breeze, … tender as a summer rain. … pure as a childhood dream. Because summer is a book of love, and dreams, and taking chances. Let’s dive in it, we say. Let’s fall in love. And let it last.

The brightness of the night city comes to life in my eyes. I meet the curious looks of strangers, and I understand that I am not accidentally here. I do not speak. I leave my vision to express my soul. And I’m not wrong. It is as if the city itself has described silhouettes, drawn shapes, woven fibres. Every detail is a reflection of the unceasing cosmopolitan circle.
On sunsets and sunrises, met in mysterious lace. On gentle nights, embraced in natural silk and shimmering flashes. On brilliant lame fringes, magically swinging at every breath. Because New York is this – the moment between heartbeats,the moment that stops your breath.

VIVA LA CUBA

MIDNIGHT GARDEN

RIVIERA GIRL

WHERE IN PARIS