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Crystals and candles

In the center of the ceiling was suspended a crystal quartz chandelier, and when its sixty candles threw their light here and there, its facetted pendants, its balls, its pyramids, its […]

Le Silence de Mnasidika

All day she laughed and even mocked at me a little. She refused to obey me, in the presence of some strangers. When we had come home again I affected not […]

On the table

I’m sorry about the mess on the table I’m sure it was an accident My hands are made of nitroglycerin That explains the incident Fortune built my homes in daydreams Pages […]

New Blood

Just a quick note to inform you that the new jewels of the MEGALITHS collection have (finally) been added to the shop! – Lunar Oracle amulet –

La Reine des Neiges

The snow-flakes grew larger and larger, till at last they looked just like great white fowls. Suddenly they flew on one side; the large sledge stopped, and the person who drove […]

Half Moon

For the Half Moon / Petit Clown serie featuring Gaelle Mancina, Pauline Darley and her crew spent a day in our flat. On this image, Pauline used several Talismans. And all […]

:Of the Triangle and the Moon:

Blackened days and silver nights / Golden lanterns flaming lights The blur of things and fight of dreams / The pain and tears and lack of faith A thousand stars a […]

Tu n’impressionnes personne Dans tes Filas lamentables Douleur affective / Pullover eighties Couleurs électriques / Shoes de skate Etnies Salopette en jean / Galipettes en slip Produits mercantiles / Appuie-tête en […]

The Ynglinga Saga

For men of consequence a mound should be raised to their memory, and for all other warriors who had been distinguished for manhood a standing stone, a custom that remained long […]

Frondes Agrestes

Leaves motionless. The strong pines wave above them, and the weak grasses tremble beside them. – John Ruskin –

Butterfly Wings & Peacock Ore

Remember that the most beautiful things in life are often the most useless; peacocks and lilies for instance. – John Ruskin – Stones of Venice I –

Augusta Perusia

The blood is dripping little by little along the stepping stones, and I am frightened to feel that I am dreamed, in the wind, by the impassive shine of the highest […]