There’s a reason why the atmosphere of my atelier feels so unmistakably Parisian.
In a bygone Paris lived my great-grandmother and her sister, a painter in Montparnasse.
Each of them brought something beautiful into my life —
and it is to them, especially to my great-grandmother,
that I dedicate this space.
Paris is inevitable.
It moves inside you gently —
a fragment of love, a scent of powder, of silk.
Paris:
love running through the veins.
Were you happy, I wonder,
behind those windows, among all those colours?
Laura
p.s.: The atelier extends naturally onto the terrace,
where I love welcoming my clients whenever the season allows.
Needless to say, it too holds a distinctly French flavour.
Le Petit Café Oppède truly exists, in France —
I sat there once and spent unforgettable hours.
A heartfelt thank you to seamstress Cristina Tosin,
whose gifted hands give shape to every idea I bring to life.
