The atelier
Here, everything begins. In Abidjan. Cut. Assembled. Finished by hand.
They grow. Like a tree in the laterite — slow, stubborn, unseen. And then one day the trunk breaks through, and the light of Abidjan finds it. Niamien was born that way. Without a sound. With earth under its nails.
We don't dress someone to hide them.We dress them so it becomes impossibleto look away.

Here, everything begins. In Abidjan. Cut. Assembled. Finished by hand.
Starting from you. Not from a size. From a body. From a movement. From a presence.
Taking the time. Fewer pieces. More attention.

It's in the lining no one will ever see, in the silence of a fitting when the client closes her eyes and her shoulders drop by an inch. That's where it lives. Nowhere else.
Our craftsmanshipShows, fittings, new pieces and atelier gestures: the life of the Maison is told daily on our channels.