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…
It always begins with a feeling. Not a theory, not a rule—just the faint trace of a hue that lingers in the back of (NØ)’s mind like the scent of a place she never has been, but somehow remember. Finding the right palette is not about matching tones—it’s about resonance. How does a colour feel…
She whispered to the plants, and they whispered back in secret. « Spell of nature » is the working title of a new pattern collection. It is a quiet tribute to (NØ)’s grandmother, who was a kind of alchemist, a white witch, though no one called her that aloud. A slanting wind crosses the clearing,blond dust on…
First Thing First… COFFEE… Nothing in the day can truly begin without that first cup of coffee. The alarm rings, and already (NØ)’s taste buds stir with anticipation—here, coffee is sacred. Bold and black to start, sharp as the morning light. Then slowly, gently, it begins to mellow with the hours. A large cup in…
(NØ) finds her way back to creation with a new project. Too big, too beautiful, too intense to be real. And yet—it is. Follow (NØ) day by day and step behind the curtain to discover what’s taking shape. Today, the sun is too glorious to stay indoors, so she’s taking you down a small path…