As a young girl, Colette often spent weekends at her grandparents’ home. The lunches there were almost ceremonial, calling upon her Sunday-best attire with lace-collared velvet dresses and white cotton gloves. One day, bored with the niceties of the meal, she ventured into the servants’ narrow stairwell, which led her to the attic of the house. There, she discovered what was to become the inspiration of her life’s work – a vast wardrobe closet filled with glamorous couture and vintage accessories, reminiscent of a time of opulence and sublime taste.