This story starts with an inspiration: A summer in Provence, the smell of the sun warming your skin, the crickets songs that I can hear from my window. The warm light from the curtains that let the sunrise unveil our sleepy faces. Then come the shapes; the soft flow from an unstructured drape falling along a bare leg, a plunging neckline to allow my lips to fall on your nape. Your hips dandling in some light, flowery ruffles.. You look like a dream.