There are seasons (NØ) doesn’t want to forget. A sunlit path, a bloom at her feet, the way a breeze moved through tall grass while the light slanted gold. These are not stories to be written—but pressed. Quietly. Carefully. Between pages. This summer, (NØ) wandered with a pocket of petals and brought them home not…
A courtyard of dappled shade, the sound of gravel underfoot, then the silence of rooms filling slowly with color. This summer, the Hôtel de Caumont in Aix-en-Provence offered a passage into a menagerie—not of nature, but of memory and myth.Within it, Niki de Saint Phalle’s Bestiaire Magique unfolded like a fable. Not linear. Not tame….
The days shorten almost imperceptibly — a slow tilt of light across the floor. Somewhere, a bell rings again. Bags are zipped, shoes tightened. A return begins. And in the quiet that follows, something warm is prepared. It is the time of year when structure begins to gather at the edges. But before the rhythm…