Lunch in the Garden

Stella McCartney designs the lovliest lingerie, don’t you agree?  This bra & knicker set is so refined in classic shapes and textiles. I think the bra would be lovely worn under a sheer chiffon shirt, flowers and colors peeking through.  Very luxurious.  These pieces would be investments, for sure, and extremely wearable.

Lunch in the Garden by mlleremi

This ensemble is all about lunching in a garden, embracing nature and the quiet conversations of flowers and insects.  Be well, be calm, my dears.

xoxo,

Mlle. Remi

A Day at the Museum

Last week, during my epic stay-cation, my honey-of-a-fiance convinced me to put on some clothes and leave the house.  For adventures! In the city!

A Sunday in Paris

A girl can dream, right?

A Sunday in Paris by mlleremi

 

xoxo,
Mlle. Remi

Morning, Noon, and Night

This ensemble will get you through morning time, play time, and night time.  No sweat!  You cannot go wrong with peachy, pinky french-dot lace, embroidered doves, violets, wisteria, wild flowers, and silk chiffon.

Huit Esquisse Balconnet Bra and String Thong

Beautiful Bottoms Phyllis Drop Back Playsuit and Short Night Robe

Sheer Lace Pattern by sewillia

Frolic in the garden my darlings; you’ll blend right into the landscape!

xoxo,

Mlle. Remi

M. Daguerre

On various mornings, Louisa awakes with a sense of darkness that hovers in her dreams and follows her throughout the day. Lonely strains of concerto music float in the corners of her awareness, building and crashing, reminding her to breathe. Louisa comforts herself with literature and photography; her one-room apartment is stacked to the ceiling with books. She has imaginary conversations with Monsieur Daguerre, whom she is deeply (and secretly) in love with, despite death, dirt and centuries separating him from her.  She carries his picture in a delicate silver locket, worn around her neck, which she never removes.

Louisa carries a parasol wherever she goes, rain or shine; it covers her in a somber patina of gloom and dusk. She dresses herself each day as if preparing for a lover, draped in romantic shapes and colors. She catches the eye of many but returns no one’s gaze.

M. Daguerre by mlleremi

 

Louisa sets a rickety table with tea, each day at four in the afternoon. If she were still a child, she’d occupy the empty seats with her overly-loved dolls, their eyes turned down from weariness, or perhaps jaded exasperation. Alas, Louisa is a grown woman in body, and a ghost in spirit. She sips her tea from a half-shattered porcelain cup which she found buried in the dirt of her backyard; she had delicately peeled the pieces from the mud, glued them back together, and admired her handy-work with a tinge of smugness. That is until she saw the flaw: a large chunk was missing. She had to be careful not to spill tea on her dress!  Of course, much like the fantasy tea-parties of her youth, there is no tea. There is no sugar. There is nothing but Louisa and the idol of her mind.

xoxo,

Mlle. Remi

Summer Haze

Running errands just got a little more colorful. As summer tickles the toes of fall, warmer hues and rich colors are begging to be worn. The leaves will start to change their colors soon, turning from rich green to mellow brown, mustard yellow, and a burgundy so rich that it’s almost blue.

Step out for the day, and enjoy the last few warm, hazy summer days and cool nights; pack a lightweight scarf in your bag, and wear those tank tops for a few more weeks.  Its not time to pull out the sweaters just yet!

Summer Haze by mlleremi

Stay mellow, friends.

xoxo,
Mlle. Remi