For this first collection, we designed a composition between classicism and modernity.

Among the large acanthus leaves, ornament emanating from Greece and Rome and great tradition of the Savonnerie manufactory, laborious hands weave Arachne’s web.

The myth comes to life in the thickness of the pile, making the monochrome weaves vibrate.

[A]nd immediately at the touch of this dark poison,

Arachne’s hair fell out. With it went her nose and ears,

her head shrank to the smallest size, and her whole body became tiny.

Her slender fingers stuck to her sides as legs,

the rest is belly, from which she still spins a thread,

and, as a spider, weaves her ancient web.

Ovide, Metamorphoses, book VI