Boucheron Place Vendôme is a story of light. While Paris is still dreaming, rays of sunlight glide on rooftops. The dome of the Invalides becomes a gigantic gold flower. The sun continues to rise, its rays skirting across arcades. Shadows slip from the Vendôme Column, which points majestically at number 26. In a white light, she appears. She is the heroine. On her skin, ephemeral finery to enhance the glow found deep within each woman.