Madison

$450
High-grade brown Nappa leather tunnels through an indigo denim cuff. Hand-crafted stitching seamlessly embellishes the cuff. Fine royal purple goatskin lines the strap creating soft and supple comfort. Each strap is made in France and stamped with a unique serial number. For every strap sold on Chalonne.com a donation will be made to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation.

Details:

  • Premium brown Nappa calfskin leather and blue denim
  • Made in France
  • Compatible with all Apple Watch® Series 1 – 6
  • Fits wrist sizes 13.5cm – 17.5cm; Strap measures 11cm x 7cm
  • Cuff measures 15cm long x 4.6cm wide
  • Signature purple goatskin lining
  • Watch not included
High-grade brown Nappa leather tunnels through an indigo denim cuff. Hand-crafted stitching seamlessly embellishes the cuff. Fine royal purple goatskin lines the strap creating soft and supple comfort. Each strap is made in France and stamped with a unique serial number. For every strap sold on Chalonne.com a donation will be made to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation.

Details:

  • Premium brown Nappa calfskin leather and blue denim
  • Made in France
  • Compatible with all Apple Watch® Series 1 – 6
  • Fits wrist sizes 13.5cm – 17.5cm; Strap measures 11cm x 7cm
  • Cuff measures 15cm long x 4.6cm wide
  • Signature purple goatskin lining
  • Watch not included
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Saturday you find me sketching at the Temple of Dendur. Rain glides quietly down the atrium windows as old friends greet each other with a warm embrace. A glorious lunch at Café Boulud, discussing the Camp exhibition while savoring every bite of the paupiette of sea bass. You find you can’t decide between the strawberry charlotte and the chocolate éclair. Outside, bustling crowds hold a prismatic assortment of umbrellas. We see our reflections in steamy shop windows on every block as we run through the rain, hand-in-hand.

Saturday you find me sketching at the Temple of Dendur. Rain glides quietly down the atrium windows as old friends greet each other with a warm embrace. A glorious lunch at Café Boulud, discussing the Camp exhibition while savoring every bite of the paupiette of sea bass. You find you can’t decide between the strawberry charlotte and the chocolate éclair. Outside, bustling crowds hold a prismatic assortment of umbrellas. We see our reflections in steamy shop windows on every block as we run through the rain, hand-in-hand.

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