Why I needed a place of my own

I like a lot of things.

I love fashion, beauty, perfumes, photography, images, objects... I can spend way too much time looking for a pair of shoes, surfing the net, finding things I didn't need and, the next day, simply wanting to photograph a light on a wall.

Social media is interesting for showing things, but I wanted a place where I could take the time to tell them and simply write.

A place that doesn't disappear with the speed of a news feed. Where I can write, talk about an item of clothing, a perfume, a place or something else without having to wonder how it fits into the rest.

I think that's mainly what I wanted.

The Faded Lineage already existed within me, but this blog gives it another dimension.

There will be some very well-thought-out things and others less so.

Perhaps that's what I like most. That feeling of freedom.

Everything that ends up here will have at least one thing in common: it will have, at one time or another, crossed my mind, and I will have wanted to share it.

And if you've made it this far, then you're welcome.

Sixtine

The first image that came to me when I imagined The Faded Lineage was a wave.

It came from a photograph I had taken of my book The Waves of Virginia Woolf. On the cover of this Folio edition appears a fragment of The Wave at Diélette, apparently painted by Alphonse Osbert in 1890.

This image already contained, though I couldn't yet articulate it, a part of The Faded Lineage. Something that appears, transforms, and ultimately fades away. An image that exists for a moment before becoming another.

There were also his colors: greyish blues, muted greens, worn whites. Faded colors. It's a palette I instinctively return to.

And then there was this idea of ​​transmission, which appealed to me: a painting that became a book cover, then was photographed, reframed, reinterpreted, and finally arrived here. An image that still bears the trace of what preceded it, without being quite the same.

That's probably why she stayed. For me, The Faded Lineage isn't a story about things that are perfectly fixed. Rather, it's about what is alive, imperfect, about what fades away and returns in a different form.