The pillows in Pascale's incredibly inspiring and most faded grandeur showroom spoke of a time passed by. Pascale has taken her collection of portrait oil paintings and has had them transferred to linen prints so that they could be reproduced into magnificent pillows. I videoed her showroom for my instagram stories this Saturday past.
See more of Pascale's collection and artistry by following this link.
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A blog post I wrote a few years ago about Pascale read more here.
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As I admired each pillow, each portrait wove a story. Their clothing or regard spoke volumes given a window into another period of time yet with the same understanding of what we are feeling and living now. Does anything ever change? Does anything ever remain the same? Feelings tend to do both. We share similar feelings for living life and the course it takes is more or less the same generation after generation.
As I was deep between admiring the pillows and weaving stories about each one of them I gasped when I saw Sacha's doppelganger staring back at me.
That look. That dark beard. Those eyes, that nose. Wow.
I went to find French Husband, and without saying a word, grabbed his arm leading him to see the portrait pillow.
He uttered one word:
Sacha.
Here, there, past, present.
Take off the hat, switch clothing, add twenty years…
Don't you agree?
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