Cuba Hemingway

A lilac lens in a double-bridge aviator of spotted tortoise, the hour the sea turns to ink.

Dusk on the Riviera, the bar lamps coming on one by one and the harbour going quiet. The lilac lens warms the world to the tone of a good evening, and the double bridge gives the aviator its old-school line. For the one who stays on for the last of the light. Warm, nostalgic, at ease with the dark.