On the island of Les Embiez, nothing comes easy. The wind bites, the stone scrapes, the sea watches.
And yet, it is precisely here, on this raw piece of land, that light and shade were stretched into place.
A 575 m² Abyssale Orangery stood anchored on 900 m² of flooring, carefully adapted to the natural curves of the ground, its masts rising to face the Mediterranean.
Alongside it, a second, more discreet 60 m² orangery served as the catering area, essential for the quiet choreography of service.
The atmosphere? Thought through to the last detail: bamboo lounge corners to breathe, teak cocktail tables to connect, and a cascade of festoon lights to bring the night to life.
A corporate event, yes. But here, on this island shaped by salt and moonlight, it felt almost like a ceremony.
Something fleeting, grounded, and unforgettable.
On the island of Les Embiez, nothing comes easy. The wind bites, the stone scrapes, the sea watches.
And yet, it is precisely here, on this raw piece of land, that light and shade were stretched into place.
A 575 m² Abyssale Orangery stood anchored on 900 m² of flooring, carefully adapted to the natural curves of the ground, its masts rising to face the Mediterranean.
Alongside it, a second, more discreet 60 m² orangery served as the catering area, essential for the quiet choreography of service.
The atmosphere? Thought through to the last detail: bamboo lounge corners to breathe, teak cocktail tables to connect, and a cascade of festoon lights to bring the night to life.
A corporate event, yes. But here, on this island shaped by salt and moonlight, it felt almost like a ceremony.
Something fleeting, grounded, and unforgettable.