A visual diary of the house. Trips, tables, the people we travel with and the clothes we travel in. We publish when the film comes back from the lab.
Eleven people, three boats, a case of Franciacorta, a house in Tremezzo we did not want to leave. The Riviera Crewneck was worn at breakfast and by midnight it still looked correct. A photo essay in fourteen frames.
Open The Dispatch →A two-hour ground hold turned into seven. We photographed the entire dispatch from the tarmac. The Delayed Indefinitely Hoodie got its name on the third hour, with a cold espresso, watching the catering truck circle for the fourth time.
Open The Dispatch →A shoulder-season weekend on a stretch of the Côte d’Azur emptied of tourists. A borrowed Riva, the Out of Office Tote stuffed with a swimsuit, two paperbacks and a cashmere, and a hotel full of the kind of people who never left.
Open The Dispatch →Six people, table fourteen, three bottles of Whispering Angel. The Indefinitely Tee got its name on the third rosé — the original draft on the back of a napkin still hangs above the studio door in Paris.
Open The Dispatch →From Grenoble to Cannes in a borrowed convertible with the top down and nothing planned. The Out of Office Tee, sand colourway, was the only thing anyone changed out of. The way you should arrive at the Côte d’Azur: sun-drunk and slightly underdressed.
Open The Dispatch →Three nights at the Martinez during the off-week between festivals. Coffee on the balcony, swims at La Plage, and the slow realisation that there is, in fact, no email worth opening. The piece named itself.
Open The Dispatch →New dispatches arrive when the film comes back. Sign on and we’ll send it.
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