MIRROR LYRICS | ILARIA NISTRI FW16
Just like entering into a game of reflections, into a story written in a kaleidoscope of mirrors. Rooms in a palace.
On the first floor of the Hotel Particulier Iena, the path leading from one room to the next is mapped out with lights and shadows, by the groove of a rock band and the echo of a waltz from a dance that has been and gone. An elegantly laid table marks an imminent dinner, but now, a solitary guitarist sits beside it, playing electric chords. And in the room next door, nature bursts in through the fireplace, filling it with plants like algae in the red of an aquarium. And finally, in the last room, a band plays live in the atmosphere of Only lovers left alive.
And a chocolate warmth is everywhere.
Like the space inhabitants of a palace suspended in time, Ilaria Nistri’s women inhabit these rooms and invite guests to enter and become part of their dream.
