MON JARDIN SECRET
Taking a slow pause in the rush of days,
I sat down in my secret garden
to hear the whisper of the girl I once was.
What have you always loved?
What brought you joy, before the world told you who to be?
What did you hope for, quietly?
What hurt, when no one noticed?
I've grown up to become the one she always needed,
the one who listens and creates a soft world just for her.
From embroidered dresses and floral lace
to pieces marked with her initials,
inspired by the handwriting in my journals,
I offer her beauty,
meaning,
importance.
This summer collection is a gentle return...
It's my way of staying close to her
my inner girl
and creating for her, always.
Imagined in the South of France, with its lavender air,
slow mornings,
the endless blue of sea and sky,
and the light of birdsongs nearby -
Provence reminds me to breathe,
to feel,
and simply exist.
Taking a slow pause
in the rush of days, I sat down
in my secret garden to hear the whisper
of the girl I once was.
What have you always loved?
What brought you joy, before the world
told you who to be?
What did you hope for, quietly?
What hurt, when no one noticed?
I've grown up to become the one
she always needed,
the one who listens and creates
a soft world just for her.
From embroidered dresses
and floral lace to pieces marked
with her initials,
inspired by the handwriting in my journals,
I offer her beauty,
meaning, importance.
This summer collection is
a gentle return...
It's my way of staying close to her
my inner girl
and creating for her, always.
Imagined in the South of France,
with its lavender air,
slow mornings,
the endless blue of sea and sky,
and the light of birdsongs nearby -
Provence reminds me
to breathe, to feel,
and simply exist.
Somewhere in the South
of France, where lavender
grows and the stone
is warm from the sun,
a quiet villa becomes
the heart of this summer
collection. Here,
everything slows down.
It’s a season for softness,
stillness, and feeling at
home again.
Somewhere in the South of France, where lavender grows and the stone
is warm from the sun, a quiet villa becomes the heart of this summer collection. Here,
everything slows down. It’s a season for softness, stillness, and feeling at home again.
Stepping into the garden in a light silky robe or
a lace-trimmed cotton set, soft against the skin, breathing in the smell of
fresh grass and feeling the morning sun gently warming the skin.
The simplest routines turn into cherished rituals - morning light
over breakfast, a peaceful nap, a stroll through the fields in the afternoon sun.
In Provence, the sun rises to the
sound of birds and sets softly over the meadows.
In Provence, the sun rises
to the sound of birds and sets
softly over the meadows.
Photo: Carmen Magdalena Tomos
Photo: Carmen Magdalena Tomos