EDEN GARDENS. La Metamorphose Spring/Summer 2019.
In the gardens of La Métamorphose, the woman is certainly a flower that hatches, but this woman is conquering in her femininity, delicate in its strength, it is a multi-faceted woman, muse, but also leader.
Pastels emphasize hatching, whites purity and light. The precision of the cuts, the determination.
Pale roses of love that crown your head,
Fade every summer?
Their stems will bend to the rising wind.
Rose petals have fallen in the path.
O Belle, pick them, since our dream flowers
Will fade tomorrow!
Put them in a cup and all closed doors,
Alanguis and cruel, thinking of the dead days,
We will see the agony of roses
Raves of perfumes.
The big garden is defaced, my egoist,
Day butterflies to other flowers have fled,
And only from now on will come to the sad garden
And the flowers will die in the profane chamber.
Our roses alternately shed their pain.
Beautiful, sob a little … Every flower that fades,
It is a love that dies!
Guillaume Apollinaire, There is, “Picking”, posthumous publication, 1925.