In Paris, we're enjoying a delightful Indian summer, reminiscent of the freshness of spring. So before autumn sets in for good, we wanted one last breath of innocence, one last ray of youth, one last burst of candour. A few flowers gleaned on a Sunday afternoon or a piece of ripe fruit just picked... while we wait for autumn to start, let's take advantage of this enchanted interlude: here is a selection of our freshest works. Oh, what I'd give to relive all the Indian summers with you...