LES FILATURES

Tulips, a testament to beauty at every age.

“Look at me, I am the sea at night.” Our ombré yak wool throw making eyes at you because it’s looking for someone to cuddle.

Into each life some snow must fall. Overly excited about the gentle snowfall in Paris today!

Regram de , qui tient toujours une conversation intéressante et instructive sur le textile et l’art délicat du style masculin sur son blog www.intweedwetrust.com. C’est toujours un plaisir de discuter avec lui. Sa passion pour les textiles et le savoir-faire artisanal se transmet comme une sorte de gastro très rare qui nous motive, nous donne la pêche, et nous donne envie de tricoter 😀 Merci Mathieu pour ce bel article qui m’a prêter ton élégance et éloquence et donne l’impression que je parle parfaitement français 😉❤️ / Regram from the ever-dapper , who holds an always-interesting and accessible conversation on his blog www.intweedwetrust.com about men’s sartorial style and the ins and outs of textile love. It’s always such a pleasure talking to him. His passion for textiles is absolutely contagious, like a rare sort of cold that gives you a bounce in your step and motivates you, and gives you a sudden desire to knit. Thank you Mathieu for this lovely article that lends me your innate elegance and makes me sound like I speak perfect French 😉
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Once in a while, I get swept up in a “French antiques everything” phase, where I suddenly miss living in a world I never knew, which explains this new-ish arrival: Antique damassé French linen napkins, handwoven back in the days when everything was better and people had to think real hard before buying something because it lasts forever. I (very very) carefully dyed them olive to draw out their bucolic damask patterns. You can almost hear the rustling of leaves. They are now available in store, and sold in pairs because not eating alone is one of my .