Paris, seen through
rose-coloured glass.
They didn't want
a fairytale.
They wanted
a memory.
No white ballroom. No traditional wedding palette. No perfect symmetry.
Instead, the room was allowed to feel lived in, romantic and slightly dreamlike.
As if the celebration had always existed there.
The room · before
We didn't hide the age of the room. We let the old walls become part of the story.
Perfect
would have
ruined it.
menus written the night before
00:00
At midnight, the ballroom changed colour. Nobody announced it.
Some nights become stories
before they're even over.
Another world awaits.
Midnight GardenTap to step inside