Un Lys

A flower inscribed in the memory; a breath of lunar light, the white lily, with its unreal supple marble evokes an imaginary Middle Ages. Radiant, diaphanous, it stirs its solitude into a delicate landscape painted with the infinite patience of a fabulous Book of Hours. Tournaments, duels, battles are fought to possess or destroy it. The lily lights up gold and becomes the symbol of the Kings of France. Its earthly entities. Snow, blood, gold, give birth to a perfume: Un Lys.