&nbsp;A Parisian heart, an Ibizan soul &ndash; how one woman turned her legacy into a living archive.

<a href="https://www.instagram.com/_sabrina_sari/?api=%E8%82%AF%E5%B0%BC%E4%BA%9A%E5%86%85%E7%BD%97%E6%AF%95%E5%93%AA%E9%87%8C%E6%9C%89%E5%B0%8F%E5%A7%90%E6%9C%8D%E5%8A%A1v%E4%BF%A18764603%E2%96%B7%E8%82%AF%E5%B0%BC%E4%BA%9A%E5%86%85%E7%BD%97%E6%AF%95%E5%93%AA%E9%87%8C%E6%9C%89%E5%B0%8F%E5%A7%90%E5%85%A8%E5%A5%97%E7%89%B9%E6%AE%8A%E6%9C%8D%E5%8A%A1%E2%96%B7%E8%82%AF%E5%B0%BC%E4%BA%9A%E5%86%85%E7%BD%97%E6%AF%95%E5%93%AA%E9%87%8C%E6%9C%89%E5%B0%8F%E5%A7%90%E4%B8%8A%E9%97%A8%E8%BF%87%E5%A4%9C%E7%89%B9%E6%AE%8A%E6%9C%8D%E5%8A%A1%E2%96%B7%E8%82%AF%E5%B0%BC%E4%BA%9A%E5%86%85%E7%BD%97%E6%AF%95%E5%93%AA%E9%87%8C%E6%9C%89%E5%B0%8F%E5%A7%90%E6%9C%8D%E5%8A%A1%E8%81%94%E7%B3%BB%E6%96%B9%E5%BC%8F%E2%96%B7%E8%82%AF%E5%B0%BC%E4%BA%9A%E5%86%85%E7%BD%97%E6%AF%95%E5%93%AA%E9%87%8C%E6%9C%89%E5%B0%8F%E5%A7%90%E5%AD%A6%E7%94%9F%E5%A6%B9%E4%B8%8A%E9%97%A8%E8%BF%87%E5%A4%9C%E6%9C%8D%E5%8A%A1.pflh&amp;hl=es" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Sabrina</a>&rsquo;s Island of Memory
From the faded glamour of Parisian salons to the sun-drenched serenity of <a href="https://www.lofficielibiza.com/people-of-ibiza/people-of-ibiza-sapphire-leena-breathwork-facilitator-ibiza-healing" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Ibiza</a>&rsquo;s coast, Sabrina&rsquo;s life has always danced between elegance and emotion. Raised in a family where refinement was second nature, she didn&rsquo;t simply fall into fashion &ndash; she inherited it like a sacred rite.

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It wasn&rsquo;t one moment that led me to <a href="https://www.lofficielibiza.com/ibiza/stylist-baya-gorbunova-on-where-to-score-the-best-vintage-in-barcelona-and-ibiza" target="_blank" rel="noopener">vintage</a>, but rather a quiet accumulation of memories that brought me closer to it &ndash; little signs, fragments of emotion. I still remember slipping into a pair of Ala&iuml;a shorts that once belonged to my mother. Something shifted. That garment became a talisman, a portal to something far greater. I realised, perhaps for the first time, that clothing could hold memory &ndash; that it could carry intimacy, identity, even soul.

From there, everything unfolded naturally. I found myself working in one of the very first vintage boutiques in Paris &ndash; an experience that opened my eyes to the quiet magic of garments with a past. I immersed myself in styling, in stories, and even took a detour through floral design &ndash; another kind of ephemeral beauty that taught me how to listen to the senses.
But no matter where I wandered, one place kept calling me back.

Ibiza was never just a destination. For me, it&rsquo;s always been a feeling, a frequency I couldn&rsquo;t quite explain. My mother once dreamed of building a life on the island. She found the perfect house, and she believed in it so much that she even took my grandmother and me to Lourdes to pray for it to come true. But she passed away before her wish could be fulfilled. For years, that dream stayed with me &ndash; quiet, unspoken, but always present.

When I returned to Ibiza as an adult, the emotion caught me off guard. It wasn&rsquo;t nostalgia &ndash; it felt ancestral, cellular. The island didn&rsquo;t just welcome me back. It recognised me. And from that recognition, something gentle and certain was born.

The boutique came to life in the most natural way. I was having dinner with a friend and casually said, &ldquo;I&rsquo;d love to open something just here,&rdquo; as I looked across the street. A year later, the space was mine. It felt as if the island itself had conspired to bring my mother&rsquo;s dream to life &ndash; through me.

Today, my shop isn&rsquo;t just a boutique. It&rsquo;s a sanctuary. Each piece I choose is guided by instinct, not trends. I don&rsquo;t follow rules &ndash; I follow my soul. I like to think of it as a place where stories hang quietly on wooden hangers, waiting to be worn again, remembered again. In Ibiza, people come searching for beauty&hellip; but often they find meaning instead. The clothes are just a gateway.

And while I spend my days surrounded by silk, linen and memory, another dream lingers quietly: flowers. Before all of this, I was a florist in Paris, and part of me still hopes to one day open a flower shop here on the island &ndash; a parallel sanctuary to the one I&rsquo;ve already built.

Six years ago, when I lost my grandmother &ndash; the woman who raised me since I was just fourteen days old &ndash; I knew I couldn&rsquo;t stay in Paris. The city of light had grown too heavy. Ibiza offered not just escape, but renewal. I didn&rsquo;t reinvent myself here. I remembered myself. And in that remembering, I found peace.
Everything I do now, I do for them &ndash; for the women who came before me. You can feel them in the shop, too. In the soft drape of a silk blouse, in the curve of a hanger, in the trace of perfume left behind on a piece once worn and loved.
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My Ibiza isn&rsquo;t the party or the pose. It&rsquo;s the hush. The homecoming. The quiet revolution of returning to who you&rsquo;ve always been.

When reflecting on how personal style has evolved on the <a href="https://www.lofficielibiza.com/ibiza/my-island-laura-castro-resortwear-designer-creative-director" target="_blank" rel="noopener">island</a> over the years, one can&rsquo;t help but notice that Ibiza has always drawn in those seeking freedom &ndash; and that spirit is echoed in the way people dress. What I find endlessly inspiring about this place is the complete absence of judgement. You can stroll along the beach without a stitch on or turn up to dinner in a sweeping vintage gown, and no one will bat an eye. It&rsquo;s a haven where self-expression reigns supreme. This shift in style doesn&rsquo;t signal a loss of identity &ndash; it highlights Ibiza&rsquo;s ever-deepening commitment to authenticity. Here, fashion isn&rsquo;t about conforming; it&rsquo;s about liberation.

When I curate, I always follow my intuition and my mood, never trends. I only buy what I truly love. The moment I see a piece, I get an instant vision of how it could be styled, how it connects with other pieces, what vibe it gives. I call it a &ldquo;found and vision&rdquo; moment. That instinct and that spark are what always guide me.

For me, Ibiza&rsquo;s aesthetic is more of a feeling than a look. It can be bright colours, sheer fabrics, rich textures, or sometimes all black. There&rsquo;s a lightness here, but also boldness. The selection in my <a href="https://www.lofficielibiza.com/ibiza/discover-ibiza-s-independent-boutiques-for-unique-christmas-gifts" target="_blank" rel="noopener">boutique</a> is quite diverse, but always personal. I&rsquo;m not trying to fit a seasonal trend or what&rsquo;s &ldquo;hot&rdquo; on the runway. Sometimes I fall for a piece and only later realise it was worn by a fashion icon like Sharon Stone, or one of the first pieces Galliano created for his debut Dior show. It&rsquo;s always about the emotion, the connection &ndash; not the name.

There&rsquo;s a certain openness in Ibiza that you don&rsquo;t often find elsewhere &ndash; an unspoken understanding that style isn&rsquo;t about rules, but about feeling. People here dress from instinct, from emotion, from freedom. It&rsquo;s not performative; it&rsquo;s intuitive. There&rsquo;s no pressure to conform, no need to impress. And because of that, you see the most unexpectedly beautiful moments &ndash; someone in sequins at sunrise, linen in winter, or nothing at all. It&rsquo;s the confidence, the authenticity, that makes it all work. Ibiza style isn&rsquo;t trying &ndash; it just is.

Seasonal rhythms may come and go, but for me, vintage exists outside of time. I don&rsquo;t really believe in curating around calendars &ndash; style, especially on this island, is far too instinctive for that. In <a href="https://www.archive-closet.com/?fbclid=PAZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAafe_Xp7TvArewQXtGazoKNCoMDZCKuxuV62-vr-dA40a_Me08s6xE6b0xvA5A_aem_l5b_L1pcDONRt6KWHAbapw" target="_blank" rel="noopener">my boutique</a>, you&rsquo;ll find silk slips beside shearling coats, denim tucked next to sequinned gowns, bikinis paired with boots. It&rsquo;s not about what month it is &ndash; it&rsquo;s about the magic of the piece, and whether it speaks to me.

And what&rsquo;s beautiful is that people in Ibiza understand that language. They don&rsquo;t shop by season; they shop by feeling. I remember last July, Naomi Campbell popped into the shop and left with a sheer 1930s dress and a vintage Fendi fur jacket by Karl Lagerfeld. That moment summed it up perfectly: when you know, you know. Style, here, has no timetable &ndash; it&rsquo;s timeless by nature.
There are moments in this work that quietly reaffirm why I do what I do &ndash; and one, in particular, still makes me smile. I had this extraordinary pair of Swarovski-encrusted sunglasses by Gianfranco Ferr&eacute;, tucked away in my collection for years. I wasn&rsquo;t sure I&rsquo;d ever part with them &ndash; they felt too special. My boyfriend used to tease me, saying, &ldquo;You should just sell them, they&rsquo;ve been here forever.&rdquo; But I remember saying to him, &ldquo;You don&rsquo;t understand &ndash; these are for someone like Rihanna or Kim Kardashian. I can feel it.&rdquo;

And then, two months later, Kim&rsquo;s stylist selected them for her. That moment was magic. A quiet reminder to always trust your eye, your instinct, your vision. Vintage is all about timing and serendipity &ndash; when the right piece meets the right person, it&rsquo;s unforgettable. That&rsquo;s what I love about vintage: each piece holds energy, memory, magic. Connecting someone to a garment with history is the most beautiful part of what I do.
Sustainability may have become a buzzword in the wider world of fashion, but in Ibiza, it's more than just a trend &ndash; it&rsquo;s a way of life. The island has long been home to a community deeply connected to the land and its future, where farm-to-table dining isn&rsquo;t a movement but a mindset, and where second-hand treasures at the Sant Jordi market or finds from eco shops reflect a more conscious approach to consumption.

This shift in awareness isn&rsquo;t limited to Ibiza &ndash; it&rsquo;s global. We&rsquo;re all beginning to reckon with the reality of fast fashion: too many clothes, poorly made, packed with toxins, and destined to be discarded. Vintage, by contrast, offers something richer. It&rsquo;s accessible, it&rsquo;s soulful, and above all, it&rsquo;s made to last.

I&rsquo;ve always been infatuated with the world of vintage. Fashion is, after all, cyclical. But there&rsquo;s a particular energy in pieces from the 1930s to the early 2000s &ndash; a confidence, a sensuality, a touch of rock&rsquo;n&rsquo;roll glamour that feels utterly timeless. Those are the pieces I gravitate towards, not just for their beauty, but for their story.

With vintage, style becomes something deeply personal. It&rsquo;s not about mimicking a look from a shop window &ndash; it&rsquo;s about expression. You layer textures, decades, emotions. You build your own visual language, piece by piece. That, to me, is the true essence of fashion. And let&rsquo;s be honest &ndash; old really is gold.
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