When the party's over, the truth comes out. Set in a stunning villa, It's Late Checkout captures the aftermath of a night that was never supposed to happen. The guests? Still floating between hangover and denial. The space? A mess of sunken cushions, half-empty drinks, and footprints on marble. The host? Not yet back. But she will be.

As co-creative director, I shaped the world of the shoot around two reference points pulling in opposite directions: the sun-drenched hedonism of Slim Aarons — poolside leisure, old money ease, the glamour of people who never have to be anywhere — and the quiet, slightly off-kilter elegance of Loewe, where luxury always feels lived-in, composed but never precious. The tension between those two registers — postcard glamour and the morning after — is where the story lives.