These bucolic inspirations lead Simon to the idea of a swirling catwalk embedded in a wheat field in Us, Val d’Oise, to the northwest of Paris. With guests dotted along its perimeter, the designer continued on his witty, naive fashion journey, calling upon an arrestingly beautiful cast of bodies to personify his idealised domestic narrative of summer youths and multicultural, non-conformist beauty. They came through grey evening skies swathed in spare linen dresses or shirts stained with Mìro-esque ink traces, not an army but a cohort of Jacquemus acolytes – waistbands unfurling, suits punched with hearts, skirts shivering with embroidered wheat, perhaps a pair of small cushions for a bra. With Simon, Picasso is never far, and here his rough frescos on the walls of the Chateau Castille in Uzès were a subtle print reference amongst other trailing foliage. And as always, peppered through his watercolour washes and sunburnt neutrals were a minutiae of thoughtful accents – a strawberry punnet bag, a leafy hair comb, a coiled daisy jewel or a leather plate holder straight out of a fancy picnic basket.