We let ourselves be carried away by the sweetness of the mistral, this sweet air iodé who announces the summer.

We put on his jellyfish direction the creeks. The summer can finally start.

We let ourselves be carried away by the sweetness of the mistral, this sweet air iodé who announces the summer. We put on his jellyfish direction the creeks. The summer can finally start.

Guitar riff in the ears, sun overheat and smell of Monoi. Days spent on the bridge to do nothing but dive, tan, tricked, chiller. And repeat. Summer Fashion on.

To satisfy our skin needs, and escape, we imagine this summer. The beaches of the French Riviera, and its turquoise waters. Our hot spot? Paloma Beach.