Laurent

At lunch, a business meeting place, everything has been redesigned to ensure discretion is the order of the day.

At dinner, in the same place, in a different climate, Laurent has earned himself a glamour, a nocturne. Here he is in his blue hours. The lights go down with the night, the cutlery comes closer together, the hidden bar becomes an accomplice, the glasses fill up, the service pulls out all the stops, the food follows, lighter, fuller, always just right before the music starts. The room sings, laughs, dances, suddenly more sonorous, ever more alive. Always during the day, and now in the evening, when dexterity becomes a woman's greatest conquest.