9 A.M. – MARSEILLE
Wake up early, take our TIME, live in the moment.
Far from the city, the hours stretch out endlessly. We could laze around forever.
We had to drive a long time to get here.
Old hits by past glories crackle on the radio.
It hasn’t changed.
Its chipped shutters, its chilly bedrooms, its uneven and REASSURING floor.
In the wardrobes, a tank top, a flannel dress, a hat.
The sleepy shirts and delicate antique linens WAKE UP as soon as the sun touches them.
For the first time, this retro cotton cloth meets the denim pieces and sportswear influences that we packed in our suitcase.
All day long, we wear these comforting fabrics directly on our skin, this honeycomb cotton or this cocooning fleece that enwrap the silhouette in a familiar feel.
Instinctively. Like an INTUITION.
On the bed, the romance novel that we’ve read a hundred times.
And that we’ll read again.
It’s not a season. It’s a sensation.