Article from
THE NEWSLETTER THAT WILL GIVE YOU THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MOMENTUM
Patricia gives you a french kiss.
Being at the end of the printing press is also the mark of having given my all during this busy season. A season that puts Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad and Papa Poule right at the bottom of the pile. Because I didn't play in Ligue 2, I didn't play small. I wanted to deliver a firework display of joy and color. A message, a texture that you won't find anywhere else. Conformity be damned. We're human beings, not numbers, as Sam Lowry used to say (I think he said that in Brazil, but I'm not so sure anymore).
For all these reasons, it was important for this season to have a flavor of its own. I tried to make this collection as playful as a game of Parcheesi by invoking the spirit of 1930s American comedy. Where it all begins, where it all resides, where the foundations of my ardent personality are laid. Without the Marx Brothers, without Howard Hawks, there'd be no Patricia Blanchet.
Maybe that would suit some people, including my parents, but I stuck to my guns, starting work deep in my parents' garage, assembling every piece, every detail of my first shoes. There, wedged between the freezer and my father's white 504, I made my first shoes. I was a bit like the Steve Jobs of the cave, but with a little something extra.
A little cell that enabled me to produce accessories that serve humanity. For women and men alike, who are delighted that their partners and sisters are so well shod. This season has seen a number of twists and turns, a beautiful climax, new arrivals and a site that now exudes happiness, the happiness of pleasing you and intoxicating you with visuals, each more dazzling than the last. So the season isn't quite over yet, but you can count on me to prepare the episode you need to make you want to come back for a fall/winter that promises to be a blast, even if all you'll be dreaming of is repotting yourself.
