The seamstress and the kitchen boy. It could be an Andersen tale. It's just SKILLING. Period. Dad sews and Mom sews, Éric is the chef, Camille, I am the boss.
A beautiful novel, a beautiful story, a modern romance, we met on the highway of kif and we never left.

At the corner of rue de Lancry and rue du Château d'Eau, SKILLING. is a house in our image.
A restaurant, first of all. A place where we cook to restore, to do good, to do good.

Éric is this endearing teenager who set foot in a kitchen for the first time, to start with a raw product and transform it into an adventure without end or weariness. He traveled everywhere, to learn but above all to understand what he didn't want to do: disembodied recipes with faceless ingredients for interchangeable customers.

Anyway, I'm there to keep an eye on things, my palate as sharp as his tailor's scissors.
Meals are sacred. If the food gives me a hard time, it gets on my nerves. I chose fashion over fashion beef. Alexander McQueen, Marc Jacob, Chloé, three stars in the Michelin Guide.
Then, determined to fight it out, I launched my own line: HABILE.
And my first piece? An apron for my lover, of course.

In short, HABILE is a lot of love, a good grain of madness and a very strong desire to please you.