Each step is a note of poetry, each movement an elegant, slow ballet. With her softest fur, she captures the candlelight and the burst of laughter. She is a caress stolen from a dream, a Nordic fantasy.

When the pearly dawn touches the rooftops, the reverie ends, giving way to memory. The fur, draped over an armchair, retains the scent of the night and the melody of distant jazz. A fragment of dreamlike beauty to wear close.

Winter is never so bright as when you weave your own reverie within it, enveloped in softness.