Romain Joly & Lisa Bravi

Mistralou
In the intimacy of a Provençal villa, a fleeting and mischievous wind, the mistral, discreetly intrudes into the reading room. Like a delicate breeze, it slips through the half-open windows, brushing the walls and caressing the furniture. The padded walls seem to quiver as they meet it, as if they are about to come to life. Through the windows, you can glimpse restless landscapes, awakened by the mistral wind.
At the heart of this delicate atmosphere, the furniture, fashioned from threaded buttons, seems frozen in time. The old tapestry, once hidden behind the layers, reappears in places, like a reminder of ancient stories whispered through time by the mistral. This powerful wind, so characteristic of the region, becomes the master of the place, shaping and sculpting a landscape of textiles and buttons.