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Resort 18




LYING AMONG THE LAVENDER FIELDS OF PROVENCE REFLECTING BACK ON THE DAY SPENT STROLLING THE MARKETS. LIFE DOESN’T GET BETTER.

While living in France for a brief summer in my early twenties, I spent some time in Aix-en-Provence and was immediately inspired. Our first Resort collection reflects the easy-going nature that I associate with one of my favorite parts of the world.

True to our brand, the fabrics of the Resort collection feature a variety of natural linen-cotton and gauzes that are easy to wear and easy to forget you’re wearing. The flowing shapes reflect a relaxed simplicity destined for time spent in nature.

I imagine my muse taking the perfect two-week vacation in Provence. She visits the many shops with her large, straw market tote, looking for interesting Edwardian patterns for inspiration and selecting the perfect orchid-printed Victorian gown to bring home as an unusual souvenir. She takes long, leisurely lunches at her favorite corner café, sipping cooled local rosé and dreaming of what Édith Piaf and Jean Cocteau might have ordered.

Stopping by her local market, she picks up an antique Guatemalan embroidery and later stitches pieces of it onto her linen dress - an unexpected expression of personality entwined with her favorite garment.

Taking a respite, she wanders the lavender fields, stopping for a picnic. Reading the works of Simone de Beauvoir, she muses over the modern meaning of being a woman. The flowing dresses reflect an ease and simplicity destined for spending time in nature. In the evening, after a candlelit dinner she strolls the warrens of the small town, listening to families strumming a ukulele and singing songs of times gone by.

 

She sleeps; he sings to her. The day was long,
And, tired out with too much happiness,
She fain would have him sing of old Provence;
Quaint songs, that spoke of love in such soft tones,
Her restless soul was straight besieged of dreams,
And her wild heart beleaguered of deep peace,
And heart and soul surrendered unto sleep.--
Like perfect sculpture in the moon she lies,
Its pallor on her through heraldic panes
Of one tall casement’s guled quarterings. --

-MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN

 


































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