DANCE BY LAURENCE

Elle avance doucement sur les chemins bordés d’oliviers centenaires, à travers les senteurs de garrigue chauffée par le soleil. À Opio, le temps s’étire comme un ruban de soie, et son allure épouse ce rythme lent, presque secret. Il y a dans sa démarche une nonchalance précise, une élégance née du paysage lui-même.

Son style est ancré dans la terre et le ciel. Elle porte une robe aux plis amples comme les collines, dans des tons naturels qui rappellent les ocres des murs anciens, le vert argenté des feuilles d’olivier, et le bleu sourd de l’ombre des pins. Rien n’est calculé, tout est juste.

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.

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.

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.

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;

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.

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?