Come, Summer in all your glory. Come begin our story.
It's time to show our power. The power of a woman who is what she wants. Who launches herself and reaches out, who surrenders and doesn't let up, who enchants and aggrandizes.
It's time to dive deep under the hot sun. And, even if only for a second, to feel that the world is ours, to face the waves head-on. It is time for the secure and independent woman, who only swears when she feels, who is resolute and brave.
It is time to step firmly onto the sand, at low or high tide, with the glow of the sea or the lightness of the mermaid.
May our will be done. Our strength, our time, our freedom. Higher values rise up, like the flight of seagulls. And if there is a certainty that unites us, it is that we have had enough defeats. Winning is not always winning. It can be losing: losing clothes, losing fear, losing air. To lose inhibition is to win the summer.
It is time to reveal the brilliance of the woman who conquers, on the beach or on the dance floor, alone or in sight.
In this uncertain weather, the long days already announce that we are close. Close to the oasis in the middle of the desert. Close to being far away, on some journey. Close to the naked nights, to the lived conversations, to the wild heart.
After so much storm we are already describing the bonanza. But let the party come, the smile and the dance. We will be what we want, without half terms. For every mishap a bare foot walking with confidence.
It's time to put on the victory. We don't know the end of the story. We are the beginning: the fabric printed, the pattern sewn and printed. We are research that anticipates, love for what we do, we are the union of a team, and each day we win. With our art, we have delivered a collection, we have done our part to welcome the summer. And we know it will be worth it, our soul is not small.
Come, Summer, may you be anything but banal. Let's write this story together. We don't know the ending. We only know that it ends in Glory.