French Kiss

A kiss, couture version.

It all begins at the golden hour. When half-closed windows let in a coppery light, that of an apartment scented with amber and espresso martini. An unexpected call vibrates on a vintage phone. She doesn't answer. She smiles.

In this suspended moment, a woman dresses… or rather, she undresses from the world, like gently drawing back a velvet curtain.

She loves what is beautiful, but never flashy. What embraces her, without holding her back. A hushed ritual, almost sacred, a slow choreography between the fogged mirror and the abandoned glass. She slips on a collection piece as one brushes against a thought. Fabrics merge, glide, caress. It's no longer clear where skin begins and material ends... An intelligent, iridescent veil that captures every spark and returns it in secret. Light plays, material 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 placed kiss.

Inspired by the 70s, French Kiss Light is an ode to the sovereign body. To heady and free femininity. One that unfolds in intimacy, seeking not approval but authenticity. It's the confidence of a woman who wears lingerie not to be seen, but to belong more to herself. Each piece is a nod to the sensual cinema of that era, a distilled sensuality, never shouted.

French Kiss for those who invent themselves, more than they dress.