A pair of second-hand red corduroy trousers were my first manifesto of liberation during adolescence, used always and in any case, mended when worn, and never abandoned, the first of a long series of mends not hidden but exposed.

To follow other clothes narrating stories and situations in time and space, left outdoors, at the touch of the wind.

In space you will find animals and insects.

Dress warm and comfortable, bring what you want without cruelty.

We will roast chestnuts.

Reservation required.