Chapter V :
La Naïade
She knows where the sun hits at eleven o’clock, where the water stays cold.
She walks barefoot on the rocks without looking where she steps.
Outside, the boats are coming back in, the fishing nets are drying, and the air smells of salt mixed with jasmine.
The wardrobe of this final chapter is white. Luminous fabrics with an almost nostalgic softness. Heavy cottons, broderie anglaise, dresses that button and unbutton with the wind.
Simple, effortless silhouettes:
fitted bustiers, petticoat skirts, short dresses that follow the body without holding it back.
Mother-of-pearl buttons are collected like treasures, a seashell tucked into the hair.
Crochet slips naturally into the story, vintage-inspired tops paired with denim for a very ’90s, very seaside, effortlessly right feel.
Only one print runs through all this whiteness: Flore, touches of orange and pink. A warmth that glows without burning, a spark in the middle of the white desert.
The fabrics flow, the dresses open up, freedom is everywhere.
Summer is here, whole, generous, cheeks flushed red and feet in the water...