Art Deco for me is a story told in faces. New face ofnew era yet keeping something eternal. Luxury shell of gold and jewelry, butunderneath – the infinite sense of being sensitive and vulnerable. Sensual andat the same time discreet color palette and choice of such pure and stronggraphic reference as Klimt meant to communicate the passion and tenderness,union of the masculine and feminine flowing inside one another.
Un homme
The men don’t cry… The men should be strong as iron,but yet tender as a cloud. This is HIS city – painfully familiar skyline, ferris wheel aswell as the life turning it’s gears faster and faster , but it doesn’t evenmatter because HIS cabin has long been empty. The men don’t cry. But they livethe love through as deeply as no one else.
The men don’t cry… The men should be strong as iron,but yet tender as a cloud. This is HIS city – painfully familiar skyline, ferris wheel aswell as the life turning it’s gears faster and faster , but it doesn’t evenmatter because HIS cabin has long been empty. The men don’t cry. But they livethe love through as deeply as no one else.
Une femme
Free and independent... A new woman of new age. We can wearpants or skirt, make business or bring up the children, live in megapolis orin small countryside – we’re always thewomen. And there must be one big love in the woman’s life – the one you’redissolving in, the one changing your life completely. And no matter the distance – the lovers arelike the stars – even if the sky is covered by the clouds you know that he is.
Free and independent... A new woman of new age. We can wearpants or skirt, make business or bring up the children, live in megapolis orin small countryside – we’re always thewomen. And there must be one big love in the woman’s life – the one you’redissolving in, the one changing your life completely. And no matter the distance – the lovers arelike the stars – even if the sky is covered by the clouds you know that he is.
A'toujours
Love jumped out in front of us, as the killer pops outfrom under the ground in the lane, and struck us both at once! Is it possible to choose in love? If the love is not lightning that hits you suddenly, that nails you to the ground inthe middle of the yard? Beatrice isn’t one you can choose, Juliet isn’t one youcan choose. In the same way you can’t choose the rain that falls on the headsof the people leaving the concert halland at once soak them to the skin.
Love jumped out in front of us, as the killer pops outfrom under the ground in the lane, and struck us both at once! Is it possible to choose in love? If the love is not lightning that hits you suddenly, that nails you to the ground inthe middle of the yard? Beatrice isn’t one you can choose, Juliet isn’t one youcan choose. In the same way you can’t choose the rain that falls on the headsof the people leaving the concert halland at once soak them to the skin.
