Giacche & capispalla
Una giacca cambia tutto.
Blazer non strutturati, giacche di lino, capispalla per la sera.
Morning in Portofino
A coffee at the table. The light still low, the day still entirely unwritten.
Aperitivo at the villa
Ice in the glass. The shirt open one button. Nothing else is needed.
Lunch at the club
Light tones, breathable fabrics. The afternoon drifts by unhurried.
An August evening
Black on black. Elegance measured in details, not decibels.
A walk to the lighthouse
Sky blue, warm sand. Footsteps on the stone, a light breeze.
Return by boat
Wet wood, rope at the dock. A wardrobe unafraid of salt water.
Steps in the sun
Stone grey and cream. Tone on tone that never raises its voice.
Bougainvillea alley
Deep blue against the ochre of the houses. The most Mediterranean contrast there is.
Path through the olive grove
Olive green and sand. The colours of the earth, worn without a thought.
The hotel bar
Total black with a hint of gold. You arrive late, stay briefly, and remember it for a long time.
Morning in Portofino
A coffee at the table. The light still low, the day still entirely unwritten.
Aperitivo at the villa
Ice in the glass. The shirt open one button. Nothing else is needed.
Lunch at the club
Light tones, breathable fabrics. The afternoon drifts by unhurried.
An August evening
Black on black. Elegance measured in details, not decibels.
A walk to the lighthouse
Sky blue, warm sand. Footsteps on the stone, a light breeze.
Return by boat
Wet wood, rope at the dock. A wardrobe unafraid of salt water.
Steps in the sun
Stone grey and cream. Tone on tone that never raises its voice.
Bougainvillea alley
Deep blue against the ochre of the houses. The most Mediterranean contrast there is.
Path through the olive grove
Olive green and sand. The colours of the earth, worn without a thought.
The hotel bar
Total black with a hint of gold. You arrive late, stay briefly, and remember it for a long time.
