The collection is a tribute to the woman as a muse, evanescent inspiration for the poet. This transparency of french tules is sublimated with the chiffon, the silk, satin and taffeta, in a whirl of pastel true colors…
Deep in my heart, behind my brow,
There is a soul, invisible but manifest:
The suspicious will look for it;
I spread it, then feel it!
Everywhere sparkle the colors,
But where does this power come from? There is a blue who kills me,
Because the eyes are made of it.
Each body has its outline,
But where does the touching shape come from? How do you make the great loves,
Small line of the mouth?
The humming air makes sounds,
But where does the close delight come from Which these thrills bring
When a voice lights it up?
Deep in my heart, behind my brow, There is a soul, invisible but manifest: The suspicious will look for it;
I spread it then feel it!