Above the ponds, above the valleys,
Mountains, woods, clouds, seas,
Beyond the sun, beyond the ethers,
Beyond the confines of the starry spheres,
My spirit, you move with agility,
And, like a good swimmer who swoons in the waves,
You joyfully crisscross the deep immensity
With an indescribable and masculine voluptuousness.
Fly far away from these morbid miasmas
Go purify yourself in the upper air,
And drink, like a pure and divine liquor,
The clear fire that fills the limpid spaces.
Behind the troubles and the vast sorrows
Who load the foggy existence with their weight,
Happy is he who can with a strong wing
Rush towards the luminous and serene fields;
The one whose thoughts, like larks,
Towards the skies the morning takes a free flight,
— Who hovers over life, and understands without effort
The language of flowers and silent things!
Charles Baudelaire The Flowers of Evil (1861)
It's time to give way to emotion. More intuition, more sensations, less reason. Use your senses and trust them. Named “Elevation” in reference to the poem by Charles Baudelaire, the Fall-Winter 20-21 collection invites us to rethink our way of life and to take the time to observe, touch and feel what surrounds us.
Above the ponds, above the valleys,
Mountains, woods, clouds, seas,
Beyond the sun, beyond the ethers,
Beyond the confines of the starry spheres
Clothing is imagined as a form of self-extension, which represents us as much as it protects us, and which thus allows us to transmit our values. Choosing noble and resistant materials, a cut that sits perfectly on our body and clothing that stays with us for a long time, is choosing to rise to free ourselves.
