Being around Michèle Lamy feels like being in the presence of an Earth goddess—flawless, powerful, yet calm; fully herself in a way that radiates permission. This encounter would not have been possible without my dear friend and collaborator Samia Larouche of Wa Off, who simply texted Michèle and asked for an afternoon together.
What followed unfolded with a kind of effortless magic. We smoked cigarettes, tried on Rick Owens for the first time (in my case), and drifted through conversations on politics and culture alongside Michèle’s friends and guests, including the duo behind Matières Fécales, as well as architects, thinkers, and peers across art and fashion.