This post is not one of our usual insight on the fashion industry.

It has been a difficult year for France and for so many countries in the world.

And we are incredibly happy to see people back in the stores, on our beloved « terrasses de café », enjoying and sharing it all with their friends and fellow human beings.

France is about a lot of things : of course fashion, food, wine, …but first of all about equality, fraternity and maybe even more about Liberty !

On this very special day, we wanted to share with you one of our favorite poem « Liberty »  from Paul Eluard  – This poem was written during dark times in France, when our country was deprived of freedom – this is a celebration on how important the value of liberty is and should be in all countries in the world.

On my school notebooks

On my desk and on the trees

On the sands of snow

I write your name

On the pages I have read

On all the white pages

Stone, blood, paper or ash

I write your name

On the images of gold

On the weapons of the warriors

On the crown of the king

I write your name

On the jungle and the desert

On the nest and on the brier

On the echo of my childhood

I write your name

On all my scarves of blue

On the moist sunlit swamps

On the living lake of moonlight

I write your name

On the fields, on the horizon

On the birds’ wings

And on the mill of shadows

I write your name

On each whiff of daybreak

On the sea, on the boats

On the demented mountaintop

I write your name

On the froth of the cloud

On the sweat of the storm

On the dense rain and the flat

I write your name

On the flickering figures

On the bells of colors

On the natural truth

I write your name

On the high paths

On the deployed routes

On the crowd-thronged square

I write your name

On the lamp which is lit

On the lamp which isn’t

On my reunited thoughts

I write your name

On a fruit cut in two

Of my mirror and my chamber

On my bed, an empty shell

I write your name

On my dog, greathearted and greedy

On his pricked-up ears

On his blundering paws

I write your name

On the latch of my door

On those familiar objects

On the torrents of a good fire

I write your name

On the harmony of the flesh

On the faces of my friends

On each outstretched hand

I write your name

On the window of surprises

On a pair of expectant lips

In a state far deeper than silence

I write your name

On my crumbled hiding-places

On my sunken lighthouses

On my walls and my ennui

I write your name

On abstraction without desire

On naked solitude

On the marches of death

I write your name

And for the want of a word

I renew my life

For I was born to know you

To name you


The leading ladies of Glamour: Charlotte Olympia with Agent Provocateur




  A match made in heaven for this very exclusive lingerie capsule.

What  a lovely surprise.

Charlotte Olympia and Agent Provocateur combined their talents once again for a capsule collection

This is the second time Charlotte Olympia collaborates with Agent Provocateur

According to a release, the line will be inspired by ‘the era gone old Hollywood glamour’ and will include three lingerie sets and more than three pairs of shoes.

The collection features Charlotte Olympia key signatures pieces, including the cat motif and leopard print

The campaign is featuring Julia Restoin-Roitfeld who Dellal describes as the perfect ambassador thanks to her “unique French allure and feminine sensuality”

The collection launches on January 18 in Agent Provocateur and Charlotte Olympia stores.

This is quite refreshing to have both of those leading ladies supporting womenswear glamour by combining again their creativity.

Tribute to a Starman




The widespread shock and sadness at David Bowie’s death at age 69 has affirmed the breadth and depth of his influence — on music, art & fashion.

We were sad to hear of another great man passing away.
The widespread shock and sadness at David Bowie’s death at age 69 has affirmed the breadth and depth of his influence — on music, art & fashion.
We were sad to hear of another great man passing away. Originally a painter, Bowie was his own canvas, putting voice and face to his singular visions.

Sometimes disturbing, always at the vanguard, he never failed to be admired and respected by each new generation. Mr. Bowie wrote songs, above all, about being an outsider: an alien, a misfit, a sexual adventurer, a faraway astronaut. His music was always a mutable blend -rock, cabaret, jazz and what he called “plastic soul” — but it was suffused with genuine soul. He also captured the drama and longing of everyday life, enough to give him No. 1 pop hits like “Let’s Dance.”

In concerts and videos, Mr. Bowie’s costumes and imagery traversed styles, eras and continents, from German Expressionism to commedia dell’arte to Japanese kimonos to spacesuits. He set an example, and a challenge, for every arena spectacle in his wake.

We were lucky enough to attend the major exhibition of Bowie’s costumes, lyrics, scenery, and ephemera in 2014 at the Philarmonie in Paris. The show has since traveled to multiple countries on a still-ongoing tour. Expect to hear the Star Man a lot those days … as it should be.
We have another star in the sky now.