Braquage de l'été

It sounds like a party where no one thinks about tomorrow: a mixture of languages, the noise of the streets, loud laughter and the confidence that the night belongs only to those present. Words break out in French, Spanish, a little slang - like a dialogue between neighbouring districts, where everyone wants to add their own note.

The rhythm pushes you to move: one small step, and it feels like the whole world is swaying with you. It's not about seriousness, but about the audacity of summer, that feeling of ‘while they play, we live.’ Everything is slightly mischievous, but at the same time contagiously light: like a hot evening when, instead of plans, there is only music and company, where even silence sounds loud.