Today, a warm Monday of summer, we decided to honor the arrival of the holiday season. At Chevet, we have always preferred doing this than surrender.
One of the most wonderful gift among gifts is the word holiday. Holiday as vacations, as “never finding the perfect city travel experience or the perfect meal without a constant willingness to experience a bad one […],” as Anthony Bourdain said once. Holiday as the sensation of swimming on your back when you feel the cool bridle of summer –if you are in Paris (this, mostly because it’s our city), crossing one of its marvellous bridges, stop and try to catch your own self. It might be difficult, like it is avoiding Spritz for breakfast between May and late August. This way you will have a closer encounter with our reference–.
Ah, holidays… the consignment of modern living!
We find ourselves like “bushes of camellia interspersed with blackberry brambles” [a thought taken from Diaries by Jan Morris for The Paris Review]: weak at the idea of free time. At the idea of holiday.
You can call it: break, layoff, recess, jubilee, leave, liberty, days of rest, etc. Japanese people call it 休み,which literally means a break in activity (in this case usually a break from work). It’s a celebration of life, one (or two)-month to not overthink nor enjoy the distorted revisitation of an archetype… if you happen to have any as motto in your daily basis.
This time of the year reveals its full tattooed back, but just like a god would do so: with the aim of approving the celebrating spirit of shoes in your hands, sand in your hair and love in your heart.
Isaac Pérez Solano photographed one of the models from Junya Ishigami‘s ‘Family Chairs’, exposed at the Fondation Cartier pour l’art Contemporain on the occasion of the exhibition Freeing Architecture (March 30th – September 9th 2018)