Text & Textile — Journal

I hear a car coming up the gravel hill. My fiancé and I go out to meet the architect, whom I spoke to briefly on the phone a few weeks earlier. A woodpecker is busy on the snag near his...

I attend the construction of my workshop. Every day I watch two men build the extension of my house. I am beginning to better understand the language of the architect, I quickly saw a volume appeared, then openings and soon...

It is a real challenge, explains the architect, not to alter “the existant” while respecting multiple technical constraints and municipal rules. Our house is shaped like a small slice that rises skyward and blends in amongst the beech, maple and...

Sixty-year-old women who I guess are seamstresses stop in front of my dresses, violently sliding the hangers from left to right and walking away in complete incomprehension at the sight of the prices on the labels. Yet I stand beside...

I join my MA supervisor at a restaurant close to the University. I submitted my master’s thesis a few weeks earlier. I give her the bouquet I bought to thank her for generously accompanying me during the three years of...

I’m sixteen and I go to private school. I sit disinterested, at the back of the bus listening to Charles Aznavour through my headphones. I’m trying on my very large Levi’s spring coat in pale blue jeans. I wear the...