MIDNIGHT
The Story Behind the Scarf
It begins on a warm Parisian evening, when the city slows and the light turns to gold. The streets below are alive with quiet footsteps and distant laughter, yet high above, on a balcony softened by delicate flowers, a woman leans against the railing and looks to the sky.
The moon has risen, pale and luminous, washing the rooftops in silver. Clouds drift lazily across the night, but tonight they do not pass unnoticed. Their shapes gather, stretch, and swell until they resemble a great ship. The sails billow as though some hidden wind carries it across the heavens.
The woman watches in silence, caught between reality and dream. In the distance, beyond the city’s edge, two figures sit together on a hill. Spending a moment together wrapped in the magic of the night wondering what lies ahead.
It is a scene both fleeting and eternal: Paris promising whatever ones imagination lets us have. For her, it simply to enjoy that night. To enjoy the parisian evening, there on her balcony with the world at her finger tips.
The carré
Each detail of the blossoms on the balcony, the ship adrift among the clouds, the watchers on the hill has been hand-drawn to preserve the dreamlike balance between reality and imagination. It is a moment that feels both real and impossible, stitched into fabric so it can be carried wherever life takes you.