In the course of her life, Patricia has had the opportunity to travel and experience a wide variety of places. From the desert of Tatacoa, to the great plains of Cergy-Pontoise, she has had the privilege of treading on territories that she has been able to transcribe in her passionate creations.
A fervent admirer of the Cannes Film Festival, to which she is invited every year but never attends due to lack of time, being too busy getting your little shoes ready, Patricia is always in a state of trance when the most beautiful event in the world finally arrives.
When I was entering adolescence, in search of a self I was still chasing, a film came out called The Colour of Money, which was a sequel to a nineteen-sixty film, The Hustler, already starring Paul Newman and also about sticks, balls and, above all, billiards.
I grew up in the Sixth arrondissement. Before it became a showcase for luxury brands, it was a good neighborhood. I still love it and love walking around it, reminiscing about the good times.
Patricia, according to my source at Harper's Bazaar, you've been chosen to create all the shoes that will be worn by the new, as yet undisclosed, actress who will play Barbarella in the remake to be released in 2018.
I wouldn't have got this far if... if my dear father hadn't introduced me to the wonderful world of shoes.
My great love affair with the Western. Horses, buffalo, cowboys, Indians, the Great Plains, stagecoaches, deserts, campfires, harmonicas, forts, Apaches, peace pipes, treachery, Death Valley, the Grand Canyon - the whole mythology of the American West has always fascinated me.
My new job as an embalmer, preparing the dead in a pop, glittery way, was working like a charm. Families of the deceased would order the characters they wanted to see their loved ones in one last time. I was allowed to prepare people as Michael Jackson, Kurt Cobain, Homer Simpson or simply as an anonymous cheerleader or soccer player.
When I was young, very young, very small, barely old enough to walk, I was fascinated by a crazy TV show.
It's been said before, it's been said everywhere, but we were the first to say it at the stroke of midnight on January 1st, 2019: this 2019 will be the year of the gals. We've been training for it for years, of course, but this is our year.
I decided on the spur of the moment to drop everything and leave for California, landing in Los Angeles in the middle of spring. I went to a car dealer. I didn't want a vulgar modern car. So, for the price of a rental, I bought a red Ford Mustang convertible with a white leather interior. And off I went.