FRENCH KISS

A kiss, couture version.

It all begins at the golden hour. The moment when half-closed windows let a copper light filter through, when an apartment is scented with amber and espresso martini. An unexpected call vibrates on an old telephone. She doesn’t answer. She smiles.

In this suspended interlude, a woman dresses… or rather, she undresses from the world, like drawing back a velvet curtain. She loves what is beautiful, but never ostentatious. What embraces without restraining. A hushed ritual, almost sacred, a slow choreography between the misted mirror and the abandoned glass.

She slips into a piece from the collection as one brushes against a thought. Fabrics blend, glide, caress. One no longer knows where skin begins and material ends… An intelligent, elegant veil captures the slightest spark and returns it in secret. Light plays, fabric responds. A silent dialogue between the body and what it chooses to reveal.

Mocha, sienna… each shade tells of a night gone by, a stolen rendezvous, a secret kept in a lacquered drawer. A touch of gold punctuates the scene like a kiss left behind.

Inspired by the 70s, FRENCH KISS Light is an ode to the sovereign body. To femininity that is intoxicating and free. The kind that unfolds in intimacy, that seeks not approval but truth. It is the confidence of a woman who wears lingerie not to be seen, but to belong to herself more deeply. Each piece is a wink to the sensual cinema of that era, a distilled sensuality, never shouted.

An invitation to voluptuousness, a surrender to the stolen kiss.