This myth began as a collaboration, one that felt as instinctive as it was unexpected. I crossed paths with Rebecca Plisson, a French artist whose practice moved me deeply. She rescues discarded bra straps from the fashion industry and uses them to wrap forgotten objects, reviving them with tenderness and defiance.

I invited her to blend her poetic gestures with my own language of bronze. We found four antique French bistro chairs, wounded by time but still full of presence. Instead of hiding their scars, we chose to highlight them. My hands shaped new bronze elements, while hers enveloped the wood in layers of salvaged textile. Every detail is visible. Nothing is disguised.