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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.
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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 ...
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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.
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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:
Cotton poplin 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 ...
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