New Collection: The Fountain and the Figuier, a silk tale inspired by Provence

New Collection: The Fountain and the Figuier, a silk tale inspired by Provence
The Fountain and the Figuier Petitjean Paris

A Provençal tale at the heart of the creative process

Once upon a time, there was a garden in Provence, in that sun-drenched scrubland where Léa grew up—between the Jura and the Alpilles.

At the heart of this garden is a poem by Frédéric Mistral: the lover describes his muse as a fountain, while he himself is a figuier at the source of its waters. For without love, its fruits could not ripen.

This story comes to life through vibrantly colored silk scarves, where organic shapes blend with nature-inspired patterns. Here, the silk scarf becomes a wearable work of art, whether worn as a neck scarf, a headband, or a bag accessory.


A variety of styles to suit every taste

The Silk carré scarf remains a timeless classic, ideal for wearing around the neck or draped over the shoulders. The Mini Carré Scarf, or 45×45 scarf, offers a more compact and contemporary version, perfect for everyday use.

The Silk Ribbon Scarves Silk Ribbon Scarves this collection with a more fluid style: they can be worn as a scarf, in the hair, or as a belt. Each print— La Fontaine et le Figuier, Cabro d'Or Berlingot, and Cabro d'Or Baby Blue —features a different color palette, ranging from bright pink to softer tones.


A silk poem by Léa Petitjean

Léa painted this silk tale as a tribute to her childhood. The story unfolds in the heart of a Provençal garden, where her brightest and most carefree memories take root.

Here, a stone basin where the water glistens as it ripples gently. There, the echo of the Provençal language, which can still be heard whispered in the villages. And everywhere, iris—magnificent, proud, and vibrant.

Léa drew inspiration from a poem by Frédéric Mistral, the great poet of the Provençal spirit:

Once upon a time, there was a poet in love,
in a garden in Provence,
his heart thin and withered,
like an old figuier to its rock.
A fountain flowed there,
a clear stream that quenched the iris.
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