“The Exquisite Hour”

Under the milky sky of an eternal afternoon, the light brushes the walls of an imagined refuge, perched between sea and sky. A white villa, suspended in time, somewhere along that Riviera where, in the 1920s, the elite of words and images fled the greyness of cities in search of southern warmth, postwar forgetfulness, and the first kiss of sun.

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