Under your fingers, an infinite dance where polka-dot fabrics whisper of life, and the light circles of shy stars sown on the fabric in a limpid ballet come to light. I’m talking about a day tinged with light, dresses floating in the spring air, and scarves caressing the proud nape of the neck, with the gentle audacity of a sweet dream. Am I at Jacquemus? Yes, you are, but when it’s good, it’s good, and in this case, we’ve hit the nail on the head.

Ivory veil, a nocturnal mystery, black mother-of-pearl dots on vermeil satin, like pearls drinking in the sun, as if each stitch were a story to be told. Fashion is changing and designers are evolving, or learning to do a job worthy of the French cultural exception. Hallelujah!

Then, in this discreet round, a subtle magic takes hold, the transparent, light fabrics materialise the imprint of a life where the magical breath of the beyond can certainly be felt. Jacquemus has finally opened a ‘Door’, as is always the case when a child appears.

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