London on December 19th, Big Ben strikes at 9pm.
The rush and tumult of the horns died away. A rainy mist paints the gray cobblestone streets of Soho and I soak up the humid and surprisingly calm vibe. The hustle and bustle of the day has given way to crowded restaurants where the smell of spices mixes with that of fashionable tailors.
The power of saffron and the verticality of cedar combine with rose and its timeless elegance. I'm smitten by this amazing mix and I'm writing this coincidence of three materials behind which a silhouette emerges: Saffron Wood / 91 will be leather, noble and metallic, London in its most mysterious colors.
