Éditorial "Les Veines de la Mer"




In the silent depths of the ocean, where light barely touches the forms, corals grow like living secrets. This collection is born as a tribute to that still, essential beauty: The Veins of the Sea. The red coral – intense, vibrant, almost sacred – becomes here a stroke, a pattern, a chromatic gesture that flows through linen with the same delicacy as water caresses rock.
In the silent depths of the ocean, where light barely touches the forms, corals grow like living secrets. This collection is born as a tribute to that still, essential beauty: The Veins of the Sea. The red coral – intense, vibrant, almost sacred – becomes here a stroke, a pattern, a chromatic gesture that flows through linen with the same delicacy as water caresses rock.
The garments float, never imposing. Clean cuts, noble materials, and a fluidity born from the ebb and flow of the waves. Linen, the raw material, transforms into marine skin: natural, light, free. Each silhouette breathes with the coastal wind, evoking a suspended moment between the breeze and the sun, between movement and permanence.
The garments float, never imposing. Clean cuts, noble materials, and a fluidity born from the ebb and flow of the waves. Linen, the raw material, transforms into marine skin: natural, light, free. Each silhouette breathes with the coastal wind, evoking a suspended moment between the breeze and the sun, between movement and permanence.




The prints draw organic maps, subtle branches as if nature itself spoke in ink on the fabric. Each piece finds a balance between modernity and rootedness, between structure and emotion. The stacked hammocks – rugged, nostalgic – contrast with the softness of the textile, creating a visual dialogue between the body and its environment.
The prints draw organic maps, subtle branches as if nature itself spoke in ink on the fabric. Each piece finds a balance between modernity and rootedness, between structure and emotion. The stacked hammocks – rugged, nostalgic – contrast with the softness of the textile, creating a visual dialogue between the body and its environment.


The Veins of the Sea is not just a collection: it is a slow breath, a gesture turned towards the depths. A reminder that beauty does not always shout; sometimes, it simply flows, like the tide that endlessly returns to caress the shore.
The Veins of the Sea is not just a collection: it is a slow breath, a gesture turned towards the depths. A reminder that beauty does not always shout; sometimes, it simply flows, like the tide that endlessly returns to caress the shore.

