In summer in Paris, denim accompanies us, free and timeless, in the sweet melancholy of walks and stolen hours on terraces.

"Time stretches, a little blurry, a little dense.
The hours no longer really count when you spend them watching the ballet of passers-by from a terrace.
Then, when the sun sets, we escape.
The cobblestones of Île Saint-Louis echo beneath our feet.

"In the light suitcase of this golden month, denim always holds a place of choice.
It accompanies everything—long walks, breaks in the shade, evenings that drag on.
Because, in this city where we dress to please ourselves before pleasing others, he remains our best ally: free, timeless, unruly. Like us.