This Valentine’s Day, I decided to rediscover the Hermès boutique, a place I hadn’t set foot in since an incident that left a bitter taste in my mouth. A few years ago, someone from the brand’s communications department left me insulting messages on my answering machine, a deep disappointment for me, especially as my grudge, tenacious like that of all Scorpios, is not easily erased. I know it’s not an enviable quality, but there it is. Having left the god Vidar of Norse mythology behind, I parked my bike at the corner of Le Faubourg.
As soon as I entered, the experience was quite different, I was taken care of immediately. The first thing that struck me was the elegance of the place, where Art Deco meets controlled modernity. The architectural lines, rigorous and balanced, recall the golden age of design while leaving room for a contemporary fluidity. Under the subtly subdued lighting, leather, precious wood and touches of lacquer meet each other with refined sobriety.