Pass the threshold and through the main door.

 

You'll hear the noisy games and the laughters that run through the living room. The grandmother reads the daily newspaper, bathrobe, coffee and curlers in the morning light. It is a family home. You walk along the scrolls of the grand staircase from which voices rise, those of the three sisters, the mothers who sing like little birds.

It is a women's house.

We are also numerous on the first floor of cousins ​​and little sisters, in rows of two or three, with stuffed animals, books of poems or dolls in their hands, it depends.

 

It's a film that has been played for a long time, that of the heroines of our childhoods and the idols of our lives. Our mothers and the woody scents left on their stoles, our big sisters we stare at on their first heels, our grandmothers from whom we collect leather gloves, tortoiseshell glasses and other relics of another time.

 

Without a doubt the most beautiful women and without hesitation the muses of the house.

It is from them that we are inspired, in the diversity of their silhouettes and their age. It is them that we dress, for each highlight of their life.

It is this story that we tell throughout the collections, with dresses that look like us and that celebrate the great film of our lives.