Industrial Castle

Right wing of the castle

I found a place I could be locked in forever and live the more peaceful life I could dream of. It is thanks to Ricardo Bofill who found a disused cement factory from the turn of the century crossed by subterrean galleries and huge machine rooms and then decided to turn it into a magical castle.

Stairs climbing to nowhere, structures that sustained nothing, pieces of iron hanging in the air, huge spaces filled with a magic emptiness, all these surrealist elements provide the right balance between a fairy tale manor, a sexy underground lifestyle and the accoustic reverberation of a religious temple.

Veranda for sunny days lunch

Studio and Meeting Room

Living Room

The Room of Mirrors

View From the Tower

The Winter Room

Under Your Spell - Desire Cover

The new version of "Under Your Spell" with the studio recording :)

Peruvian Princess Mirror

Just after my sentimental break I had a creative bulimia and I started projects in all directions without never pursuing them. However this peruvian princess mirror is the only remnant of this period I managed to finish.

An antique oval mirror which I outline woven with wool of all colors. It was a manic and repetitive gesture in which  I completely abandoned myself. Months of knitting without thinking took me back to the vegetative stage of a robot. With hindsight I look at all these small projects as therapies  to bring daydreamers back to the realworld

The Cloudblower

Music Covers

As I said in a previous post, I enjoy singing a lot these days. Here are two covers I did (nothing is taken seriously). I've made the "Under Your Spell" Video and Chrys did "Breathe Me". We've mixed images I've taken during my roadtrip in the US and some that Chrys did on the railway. For the music, it's still me in front of my computer...maybe I should invest in a real microphone now that they reach more than a hundred views aha.

Miss Havisham

In the Great Expectations written by Charles Dickens, one character caught my attention: Miss Havisham. A wealthy woman who lives in her ruined mansion looking like a witch. These features already made her my hero but she really became a muse of inspiration when she fell in love with Compeyson. This man was more interested by her riches than her but Miss Havisham was so in love that she was blind. 

At twenty minutes to nine on their wedding day, while she was dressing, she received a letter from Compeyson and realized he will never show off and she had been left at the altar. From that day, she remained alone in her decaying mansion, heartbroken, never removing her wedding dress and wearing only one shoe, leaving the wedding cake uneaten on the table. 

I had been shut up in these rooms a long time (I don't know how long, you know what time the clocks keep here)

Calvi On The Rocks

I'm a little late with my posts but as there is no indian summer this year, looking back to these pictures makes me feel like I am back in july when I sailed to Calvi On The Rocks with mermaid Sacha (Soyons-Ouf) . See her post on the event >here< 

We had a great time listening to The Shoes over the turquoise water of l'île de Beauté.