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Published on 05/12/2021
My camera slung over my shoulder, I roam the streets for a mile around ...
The wisteria overflow in spectacular foliage, I spend my time letting go of my bike,
Click-clack, and set off again towards other dazzling palisades, seen at the crossroads.
Never has spring been so beautiful, so resounding with the song of birds,
so divinely scented, so voluptuous.
I approach my goal at this point of the bunches that I flirt with the bumblebees
and overhears the noises of the houses, the gurgling of a tap, a child's laughter,
the sonorous voice of a man working at home ...
Inflorescences falling in cascades,
of infinite elegance, they bloom their flowers in a mauve ocean, even before the appearance of the foliage.
Lilac, purple, sometimes almost white bells, like so many little butterflies with variegated wings.
Flowering so short that we had to wait for the year 2020, Day 35 ...
Floral indiscretions that obsess me at night,
a drawing of which I undo the logic of verticality by offering it to you in a diamond version.
A nod to Stendhal whom I loved so much,
and whose novel La Chartreuse de Parme still sits in my library,
with its beautiful purple brochure, in the classics department.
Timeless readings, timeless couture ...
THREE FABRICS FOR THE CHARTREUSE OF PARMIA THEME
Hanging in clusters from the fences, my wisteria are available in three fabrics:
intended for dresses and skirts, crisp and wavy,
like these flowers that amaze all passers-by, during the springtime.
The cotton and silk stole,
it finishes the toilets, illuminates a silhouette.
Shirts in fluid viscose,
the embodiment of femininity, timeless and wonderful, summer and winter ...