Who has never wanted to live in a hotel?
Like Coco Chanel at the Ritz in Paris, making the salons, the endless corridors yours.
Observing the guests and watching more or less compelling plots, fragments of life intertwined in what Marc Augé would call a ‘non-place’.
We have imagined a somewhat paradoxical domestic dimension, viewed with the lens of irony and dominated by nonsense, to be lived in style, as this time of year requires.
Tuxedo, starched shirt, shiny shoes to celebrate in solitude or to sparkle while carrying out the most banal household activities.
In a bubble of relaxing indolence made of creative pastimes, but perfectly dressed with the required clothes and accessories
Envisaging an end of the year to be celebrated in a somewhat bizarre way, yearning for a new beginning and for the rediscovered value of normality.