La soirée & le mode de vie

September 2025 Camille Collard September 2025 Camille Collard

Blue Swan Pavlova

Autumn is, without a doubt, my favorite season and yet, there is a twinge of sadness in my heart as we bid adieu to summer. The memories collected this season have been beyond wonderful. My heart is still warm from days spent under the European sun and my soul forever hums with the song of cicadas and al fresco nights. There is an effortless, unique beauty to it all. Memories of summertime rest differently on my heart, scorched in my mind through sunflared squints and flashes of moments that feel more like someone else's life than my own. And in turn, my farewell to the season feels more palpable than others. Summer days slipping into autumn nights are undeniable, regretful in a way. As though you did not live enough. Do enough. Almost desperate. A feeling like it may never happen again. In contrast, the transition from autumn to winter and spring to summer feels more gentle. Quiet. The change comes on slowly, like waking up on a Sunday morning. But the end of summer… It feels dramatic.

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The Fruits of Summer – A Farewell Dinner

As the September light washes over the lingering days of summer, I am reminded just how perfect each season can be. The final flush of the garden with its determined blooms and the concluding burst of produce all write the closing sentences to the chapter entitled ‘summer’, a season facing its final bow of the year. These quiet days before the arrival of autumn are full of splendor and reflection. A collection of moments to be transformed into memories, flavors begging to be preserved and safely tucked away, patiently waiting to be cherished once life has settled into the depth of our upcoming season of hibernation. September is a beautiful finale… A golden tasseled curtain call for summer.

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Flirting with Autumn - The Story of a Chic Snack Plate

In the early days of September, the essence of autumn begins to take hold. As we drift into this next season, I am keeningly aware that my palate has savored its final drops of summer while daydreams of crackling fires, mugs of hot cider and the crunch of fallen leaves underfoot begin to take shape. Summertime was full of sunkissed afternoons and salty sea breeze evenings, a beautiful collection of moments preserved in my heart for seasons to come. But soon, the aperol spritz will be replaced by le chocolat chaud, tan lines will fade under chunky knit sweaters and cheeks will be rosied by crisp morning air rather than flushed by the heat of the sun. Simply put, it is my most favorite time of the year.

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August 2025, L'art du dîner Camille Collard August 2025, L'art du dîner Camille Collard

A 90’s Inspired Front Yard Pool Party

The heat of August is inescapable. It lingers and swelters and leaves you in a sundrenched haze. As temperatures continue to climb over the sprawl of concrete that I, at the moment, call home, the desire for a sense of escape is profound. Slow, intentional moments dripping with nostalgia become the main ingredient of my existence this time of year. Behind sunscreen smudged sunglasses I find myself lost in daydreams of a childhood spent on slip and slides, running through front yard sprinklers and my parent’s wild idea of a crab boil for my sister’s 5th birthday party. These memories come in flashes, spinning into sunflared souvenirs of long lost carefree summers. Bright colors of plastic pools, grass stained cut off shorts and chalk drawn bike courses on the burning asphalt of the cul-de-sac – These are the echoes of my very early childhood. One that feels so impossibly far away, and yet still manages to wash me in a sense of timeless joy and adventure. I wish that I could bottle up that feeling of an innocent, wide eyed summer. The feelings of long lost days full of wonder and possibility. The days of skinned knees and the call of ice cream trucks. A time when land lines kept us grounded in reality and stacks of four by six drugstore photos cluttered junk drawers and filled countless shoe boxes. I long for the simplicity of it all. The Kodak tone of my childhood. 

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August 2025 Camille Collard August 2025 Camille Collard

Poolside Caviar

I see my life as a series of images. Tableaus and moments designed out of a deep desire to live a full and beautiful life. It is, in a way, a compulsion. A need to spread aesthetics and intention into every corner of my little world. A curiosity for beauty and connection and experiences – A place where moments of the perfectly imperfect can thrive and swirl about in my mind.

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Rooftop Stuffed Zucchini Blossoms

I have always claimed to not really love summer. It was never a season that I truly wanted to melt into. But in time, summer proved to be a slow burn for me. I needed to learn how to live in the heat. To fall in love with all that the season had to offer beyond sweltering afternoons and the feeling that there was nothing to do. I needed to plunge into the sea and let the salt linger on my skin and in my hair. To grow into a person who loves heirloom tomatoes and linen dresses and the feeling of sunkissed skin over warm late night dinners. I simply did not know how to love summer. But now I do.

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July 2025, L'art du dîner Camille Collard July 2025, L'art du dîner Camille Collard

A State Fair Summer

July always feels extra nostalgic for me. Memories of the long days of summer from my childhood sometimes seem to be the most vivid. The scent of sunscreen and a slight tint of green in my hair from afternoons submerged in chlorine, the beauty of sun-ripened strawberries and homemade pies, and sprinklers in the yard and the taste of water from the tightly coiled green garden hose. I can play horseback gallops and diving board moments in my head on a loop as though watching family video tapes with an old VCR. Memories that flicker, at times, so clearly that I feel as though I could reach out and touch them.

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Slumber Party Movie Night

I love a movie night. A girls night, slumber party, game night… I love any excuse to host, really. But I especially love a cozy movie night-in. They are without a doubt, some of my absolute favorites. The kind of nights that make you think ‘I really needed that!’ Chock-full of moments that feed one's soul and ignite a sense of nourishment that no meal alone could ever supply. Nights such as these are rich and divine simply because they are built upon the foundation of beautiful friendships, a lifetime of memories and movies that tug on your heart strings. Unique and exquisite elements that cannot be easily fabricated or manufactured as they are made up of life’s moments lived. They come from nostalgia and warm fuzzy feelings and a sense of childhood that is only a little forgotten. And they are the type of forever memories that I am forever craving and curating. 

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