DANCE BY LAURENCE

LAURENCE

Un verre à la main, pieds nus sur les pavés brûlants, je me laisse porter. Orange solaire, bleu azur, rose éclatant les couleurs s’envolent comme une mélodie, une playlist sans fin où chaque note vibre sous la chaleur de l’été.

La fête commence, spontanée, insouciante. Le disque tourne, le soleil descend, la nuit promet d’être aussi belle que le jour.

SUMMER WARDROBE

Une playlist qui danse entre éclats solaires et ombres légères, où les mélodies s’habillent d’insouciance et de douceur. Un souffle d’été capturé en musique, à écouter les fenêtres grandes ouvertes, un verre perlé de fraîcheur à portée de main.

SEASON START

Laissez-vous porter par une sélection où chaque note résonne avec justesse, où les harmonies flirtent avec le raffinement d’un instant suspendu. Une playlist comme une invitation : celle d’un voyage feutré entre rythmes délicats et mélodies intemporelles.

À écouter les yeux mi-clos, un verre à la main, dans l’éclat tamisé d’une nuit sans fin.

VALENTINES DAY

Un frisson suspendu, l'écho d'un instant insaisissable. Chaque note effleure, chaque harmonie s’attarde, comme un souffle léger sur la peau.

Une sélection à la douceur vaporeuse, où les mélodies esquissent un équilibre délicat entre éclat et retenue. À écouter sans hâte, dans la lumière diffuse d’un moment à part.

MIDNIGHT CITY

The Parisian night is presented in black and white, in an apartment that is much too big. A breathtaking view of the City of Light, I remain in the shadows, gracefully naked. Beautiful by day in a cardigan, I stroll, gilded on the edge, an ivory coat and ballet flats as black as the Jaguar that silently speeds past my windows. My intellectual friends, artists on the loose, photographers in general dreams, men and women of letters, celestial tramps, celestial super great taste freeloaders, super great taste freeloaders… All of Paris, composed of little nothings that are always very luxurious, can arrive at any moment. The door is open, my heart too, hidden behind this poplin veil.

SAVILE ROW

Aristocat and obviously feline, ballerina, mischievous, limit
teen and graceful entrechats, I slip between the drops, dancing,
undulating, I avoid the puddles until Savile Row. My taylor is rich, coat
Elizabethan wool and doe eyes, boyish trousers, plaid shirt,
oversized cashmere and total look with very British accents, I feel like a Lady,
Mayfair Lady in the open air, rushing into this Rock & Rolls Royce
metallic loaned for the occasion.

ARMY MONOCHROME

London calling. Normandy chilling. In the heart of the most
British from French lands, Channel chic trend and Tilda tweed
Swinton, I take the bad weather lightly in my Buckingham Palace
seaside. Imper and pass the clouds laden with an almost westerly wind
warm, rays of sunshine gently illuminating the first colours of autumn
and my royal face, I pose, beautiful by day, princess in my home at
half-timbering.

LAURENCE 24W

Normandy-me yes. I take on a mischievous air in my big sailor sweater, oversized and buttercups, navy blue against a gray sky, for an autumn without monotony.

A little cold snap and a touch of madness, cardigan from head to toe, vintage jeans on tapered legs, heading to the Range to hand over the wheel to the one who steals my soul day and night. I am a companion in the countryside, a city girl on a spree, an undine, where are we having dinner? Seafood and champagne, a cigarette in my mouth found in my big woven lamb bag. Let's wrap ourselves up, go back to the sand near the stars;

BLOCK PRINT

Longing for eternal vacations, cosmic radiation and
of a rain of shooting stars in my golden curls like a belt
mirror, reflections of my fury to live in complete freedom.

Star-spangled banner, animated prints, tone-on-tone cashmeres, batik and toc, embroidered buttons, I wave
in my bubble, I run, I fly, the imprint of my bare feet on the sand
wet, lucky charms on my ankles, tattoos my soul, soft block print on my skin,
Block Party in the ears. Or maybe it was Beach House?

Vacation

I marry the night in broad daylight and then finally I postpone
my departure, in a hurry to stay, bag striped with my pearly nails, well-made outfits
packed, hands wandering and finger perched on the shutter release of my
Hasselblad, click clack, I take my clicks and my claps, bag thrown
In the convertible, I drive along the coast, do a perfect job, with a bucket hat on my head,
Niro in sight, ultra-marine and yellow submarine, I put the gas in
colored cotton, eager to dive into the American night.

The sun gives, I sundance, the pearls of my pearly vest
melt, my tye & dye is fading, it's time to walk in the shade,
fruit cocktail, fruit of the moon, tone on tone on the skin, I make the
round, mysterious, in an adventure, one of my colorful inventions.
Like a bird of paradise, I sing.

LAURENCE

The nonchalant waves are just waiting for me to roll, roar, wink at me under the sun exactly. But no melancholy or blues in a blouse, I have chosen to bask without getting tired, blondie building, almost barefoot in the warm sand, in the shade of my balsa longboard.

Atlantic and chic, Miami friendly, I might surf, if I feel like it, I will spread my wings without losing a single feather.
Yes, I could have let the ride carry me gently with the wind to the bends of Rodeo Drive, but I preferred to take it easy by taking the Overseas Highway, towards Key West, sunny, bohemian, almost Hawaiian. I let myself go, a breath of Air between two seas, sleepy, light, airy.

LAURENCE

Put this weekend to music, quickly, after this long week, acoustic guitar and electric atmosphere, little brother and big sisters, all together in concert in this barn with beauties, choir at heart, chic hippies, handsome hobos, nonchalant, committed, old fashion and so trendy. We're going to make a big deal out of it, the time to get together, kind of blues, plucked strings, screwed hats, choreography repeated a thousand times in life as on the tracks where we play trapper.

A collection shaped by Laurence, in which we want to curl up, to take our ease or to spread our wings. A wind of freedom, my America, authentic and rhythmic, lively, airy, aerial and down to earth. What if we escaped?

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