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Milan Windows 03 | From Hermès' Bedtime Tales
Winter evenings in Milan make home feel a little closer.
Along Via Monte Napoleone, Hermès opens a bedtime tale behind glass.
A scarf rests beside the pillow. The lights dim. A white duvet rises into a snow-covered mountain, while a toy horse watches over an explorer carrying a lucky star.
The first page has barely turned when the journey takes flight.
A paisley silk scarf becomes a parachute, lifting a perfume bottle into the night. A Picotin swells into a hot-air balloon, carrying a pair of gloves above the clouds. Farther on, a fisherman’s hat bears the explorer across the city and down beside a chimney.
Beyond it lies a castle.
Horses and elephants wander through the grounds. A carousel keeps turning. In the library, a map points towards a distant tropical shore.
Soon a train arrives, its carriages filled with jewellery, fragrance, blush and powder. Style has packed its luggage and is ready to leave.
At the final stop, new friends gather around a table scented with pomegranates and pineapples. A mysterious game begins—simple at first glance, yet harder to understand with every move.
The room grows darker.
The child falls asleep.
But somewhere inside the story, the explorer continues towards a forest where a Bolide hangs like treasure.
Dreams may be luxurious.
But dreams have always been priceless.
From Hermès’ Bedtime Tales.