LAURENCE’S DIARY

Upon my arrival, Will left for Europe, France; crossing paths destinations. Elise was all mine. She left for work in the mornings, while I stayed behind with Mojo, an enormous yet gentle dog who watched me gesticulate among my fabric swatches for Nature is Art, part two, the fruits of my writings that you may now… Read more

But let’s remain in Agadir, where Marie-Hélène, whom I didn’t yet know, welcomed me into her home a bit more than two years ago. I’d simply made a reservation… That first meeting… Let’s stay in Agadir and speak about Marie-Hélène, who brought me to Oualidia two years after we met: “You’re going to love everything,”… Read more

Together, we talked about scallop shells, the ones I’d once hung up during a summer, which clinked softly like the pleasant sound of sailboat halyards. I also described the idea of fantastical, oversized jewelry, mixing brass wires with natural leather pieces I later crafted for the photo shoot with Théo. The very next day, Laurence… Read more

Some of you have read my books and know that I am a great lover. Now, you take pleasure in reading me through my silk drawings, often created in collaboration with my friend Laurence Kiberlain… I’ll come back to this. This particular print, “Attachment,” is not one of those collaborations. I created it alone. This… Read more

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So here, the aim is to pay tribute to the Liberty house, which I deeply love, tied to the imagery of childhood, Laura Ingalls, and the dresses of little bridesmaids my cousin Mélanie and I wore—well-behaved little girls’ dresses that I certainly wasn’t at all, more like Sophie, Paul’s cousin, straight out of the Bibliothèque… Read more