Louis Vuitton’s late Christmas gift for the forever young bon vivant is a kite. Kite-flying Vuitton style; sounds like a lazy afternoon in Nice. That’d make a forever young bon vivant out of anybody.
A Riviera paradise is certainly suggested by the Skynasaur-inspired twin-lead sport kite. For much of the world, kite-flying is a rite of spring optimism or a pastime to occupy the stultifying and stalled-out weeks of high summer heat, and the kindly caress of even preliminary restorative warmth is still months away for many.
But this has been one difficult year. Perhaps that’s why the Louis Vuitton Monogram Kite’s appearance in December is actually galvanizing. It arrives as a foreshadower of optimism, a cradle of possibility that ekes just a sliver of long-form, summer-solstice light out of the winter tunnel, and a Scheherazade whisperer of redemptive spring mythologies.
The price is $10,400.