Some summers are remembered for the extraordinary.
Others return because they feel just like the summers before.
This one begins there.
In the village, summer has its own gestures:
sitting outside the bar with a vermouth,
leaning on the motorbike while someone familiar passes by,
hanging the laundry out in the sun out on the street,
stopping for a chat with a neighbour without looking at the time.
Scenes never meant to be photographed, yet the ones that end up defining summer.
A light dress moving in the breeze.
The walk to the square as evening falls.
Ribbons crossing at the ankle.
The familiar things.
Summer in the Village.
The summer we lived as children,
and the one we now want our children to live too.
Colección SS26
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