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LES FLEURS DU MAL...ENCORE

London, Paris, Milan, 2015

Adornments for performance

A revisit to the nineteenth-century book of poems by Charles Baudelaire, imagining Deception-Decadence-Debauchery

As she felt herself darken, she thought about the roots she held on to, the soil that nurtured her, the light that guided her, and what led to her premature decay. Her friends told her she would wilt someday, for it was only natural, but while she breathed her last, she looked down on the ground and stared at the mossy expanse, wondering how long she’d lay on the floor, as a cushion for insects and dew drops, before she would say goodbye to the only view she ever knew

The jardin of fools!

We are all just flowers… more botanical than we think we are… ready to be plucked, preyed upon by bees and leered at by the world around us

Above all, we are a walking garden!

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