Every pattern is a memory I wanted to make real.
— Faiença
Memories woven over time
The scent of lavender we used to throw during the traditional Saint Éloi on the first Sunday of August. The cicadas announcing summer, their song keeping us company through countless naps by the pool. The mimosa in my grandmother's garden that scented the terrace, its sunny colour warming our winters. And the lemons ripening in my grandma's garden that we picked to season our dishes or drinks. These memories are etched in me. So when I founded Faiença, I knew my first collection had to pay tribute to the Provence that made me.