Instant Culture ~ Lise Charmel’s Instant Couture
By ELLEN LEWIS
My husband and I bought our wedding bands on the Ponte Vecchio in Florence, Italy. We were on our “honeymoon” which we took before our actual wedding. He had never been to Florence even though I myself had already had had the privilege as an art student in college. Seeing the city through his eyes was enlightening. He is a mathematician by nature and his perspective follows suit. Where I look at a piece of art for a visceral response, he sees the lines and forms that create it. I focus on color, technical detail, and design. He reacts to symmetry, balance and craft. No wonder he was so taken by the architecture of this ancient city, particularly the structures built during the Renaissance, where arches, colonnades and geometric shapes created a lighter, horizontal flow. Strolling through the arcades that define the streets in Florence is a romantic adventure. Perhaps this explains why we were inspired to purchase wedding rings on that trip.
Experiencing Florence is to experience elegance. Sensual, sophisticated and spectacularly visual, the city is a microcosm of beauty. It is no wonder that the Florentine tableau is the motivation behind Lise Charmel’s Instant Couture collection delivering to stores shortly. Always recognized for their artistic mindset, the brand has once again captured the beauty and intelligence generated by great cultural works. These exclusive lingerie pieces are an enchanting interpretation of the edifices that define the city’s streets. Silk, tulle, embroidery and guipure combine in graphic delicacy to generate a light and refined appeal. Yet the substance that has defined the Lise Charmel brand, construction and fit, are assured. Covering sizes 32-40, A-E cups, XS-XXL panties, this is intimate architecture at its most astonishing.
“To see the sun sink down, drowned on his pink and purple and golden floods, and overwhelm Florence with tides of color that make all the sharp lines dim and faint and turn the solid city to a city of dreams, is a sight to stir the coldest nature.” – Mark Twain