mon jardin cupide

There is an ancient garden hidden in a large courtyard across from Monsieur L’s old apartment that is home to a mysterious bird which trills in harmony to the violin notes drifting through the scented air…

This lush overgrown garden has been tended to by one resident of this hôtel particulier since forever… and whenever I have a chance to be in this courtyard, I try very hard to see more of it, but sadly there is no access for anyone not known to this possessive chatelaine…

I covet this wild aristocratic garden – this truly secret garden in the heart of “jazz drenched” Paris… I long to throw open wide the tall windows above and float out upon its loveliness… “a thousand hungry flowers loving you for hours and hours soon smothers me so tenderly…”*

[selected verse from "Revenge of the Flowers" by Malcolm McLaren from his album "PARIS", 1994]