Under the weeping cedar,
under the celadon needles
the color lounges.
Geometry, it stretches in line,
and traces the pattern of a path.
It accompanies us, and infuses.
More blurred, it becomes vaporous,
misty.
And if it is not the color it carries, it is the material.
Present like a breeze, yet it warms like a breath.
Guardian of the place,
it observes.
For the wood,
like the stone,
the wool
like the skin,
lives.
Place of
memory,
architecture
of la
mémoire, le fil
de nos
pensées
sillonnent les
couloirs,
et structurent,
couloirs,
et structurent,
nos parures,
nos étoffes.
Of sapphire, of
lapis or
ocean, it is
blue that we
desire.
It brings sometimes
a colorful
fury
electrifying,
sometimes
shades
soothing.
In collaboration with the designer Avril Gau
Once again, the line frames. It escapes in opposite directions and, with a luminous trace,
it draws.
Echo of a rosy nostalgia,
and of past flowers,
is it a dream ?
And tirelessly, the color returns.
Like an old friend, it welcomes us into its embrace.
Of Nimes blue,
of a trembling
and grainy thread,
Such softness summoned in a small object, yet so warm and comfortable.
From all this, we grow accustomed.
We get used to it and cannot forget.
So we snuggle into it,
we get attached to it,
for without noticing,
it becomes our daily life.
A daily life forever precious, in shades of crystal and silvered water.
In shades of amethyst
and gilded mountains,
of mossy forests
and crystalline mists.
And then the tones
of sands, of
dust
whitened by the cold sun.
Those of patinated bronzes.
And the beiges
too !
Often overlooked and
yet very
often foundational.
This winter our
beiges are
light, luminous.
Shades of pink,
camel, and
beige, enhanced
by vibrant touches
of orange
and soft aqua.
Autumn rose, flower of the cold.
Winter grape, fruit of the frost.
Frozen in time and yet embedded in a cycle of life,
its fibers merge,
and create our fabric.
