The old Paris by today’s people, a lovely place, small, where you can take refuge for one moment and dream. One of the Bar du Moulin waitresses dressed colourfully, dared colour tones and matches, made them rock with each movement. Every day before going to work at Victoire homme, I admired this woman behind the bar dancing her life as on a theatre stage.
The same girl, all dressed in black, came to the shop. I explained her that Victoire has always been estranged to this shade. “It is for my twin sister, she said. She loves colour, I came to choose her a hat.” I showed her my favourite scarf, and she left with a gift-wrap.
The day after, my client was at the café in place of her sister. We discussed with Piaf, Dalida, and Ferré as background noise. Few days later, like a ray of sunshine, it is the other twin sister who reappeared with her gift. The conversation shifted naturally toward her sister: “I advised her the other day!” I told her proudly, pointing at what she was wearing around her neck. “This, sir? I bought it online. I am an only child, I don’t know what you are talking about”, she said shrugging her shoulders.
Her double or not, who can top that? I will never know…
The variation, the art, the illusion. The waitress came back to see us at the shop. I came near her in front of our scarf wall. She was thinking out loud: “The only problem is choosing one…” A garment to find yourself. Not your image. Playing is not lying.
Come and see us at Victoire, we have something for you, for sure…
Jom
