It began in wardrobes.

In the clothes of a mother and a father - pieces kept for years, borrowed, rediscovered, and still worn today. Garments from another time that somehow never felt old. They carried a confidence, a quality, and a way of dressing that remained long after their moment had passed.

And it began in a store.

As a child, I spent countless hours in my aunt Yvonne's clothing store. I watched her dress women, speak about garments, and sell them with an instinctive passion. At the time, it was simply part of growing up. Only much later did I understand how much of her eye, her energy, and her relationship with clothes had stayed with me.

Canard et Corbeau grew from those memories, but it does not exist to recreate them.

It is about carrying something forward.

The elegance of what came before. The confidence of a considered silhouette. The pleasure of dressing with intention. And the belief that modernity does not require us to abandon what was already beautiful.

We create for the present, without designing for the moment.

Pieces with enough character to be remembered, enough relevance to be worn again, and enough permanence to one day find their way into another wardrobe.

Perhaps even another generation.

Some things are inherited. Others are made to become so.