EXTRAIT D’ATELIER, Maître Couturier

Piled-up rolls of fabric, the steam of an iron, a ray of sun coming through a window: a man or a woman, carefully dressed and with pins stuck into a breast pocket or a flame-red pincushion, smiles and welcomes clients, the raw material for the creation of their sculpture.Copper thimbles, steel scissors, wooden tables; old sewing machines creak, a thread passes through the fabric; the orchestra of the needle.