POSTCARD FROM NICE

As the air cooled, the Augustin sweater came on. Mint against sun-kissed skin.

At Hôtel Amour — modern, cool, a favourite — Black Luigi sandals took the lead. The Eden trousers brought the drama. Ballooned. Lace. A little too chic for breakfast. Perfect for lunches that blur into evening.

Later, the Matisse Museum. Quiet paths. Art and winter light. The Ari skirt felt right here — structured yet soft. Serious, never stiff. A wool collar tied just enough to look intentional. Loose enough to breathe.

Nice doesn’t ask for perfection. It asks for instinct. Ease with intention. Dress like you might end up somewhere unexpected — because you will. Add the plaid wool hat, and suddenly the Riviera wind is part of the look.