le mort du quelqu'un

[mercler-blog]

gabrieldesilva‌:

“It’s supposed to be like that… I think,” Gabriel furrowed his brows as he focused on the ceiling of the newly constructed theater. Art deco was all the rage and the fairy tale themes of the Belle Epoque and Noveau Art were slowly being replaced by geometric shapes and bold lines. It’s a hit and a miss though for those trying to join the latest fad.

“Are you certain it’s not because you lack sleep, Mercier?”

A laugh. Theo couldn’t help but feel bitterly amused by Gabriel’s suggestion. “Maybe.” He replied, not bothering to entertain self-criticism. Sleep and wealth were both things that Theo seldom entertained. “Though the architecture is dizzying enough that it just might knock me out for a few.” He said with a sort of dry amusement. “It’s gorgeous.” He amended. “If not...” He searched for a word. “Ambitious.” Gorgeous and ambitious had bene a theme of the last few months.

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gracefontaine‌:

Grace looked up at the building, pursing her lips ever so slightly. Every time she came here, she questioned why she did. And yet, here she was, again, as she always was. She wasn’t sure, anymore, what she was praying for - No wishes that any god might grant her with, she thought. But maybe it was because, like the man said, it was dizzying, magnificient. A true testament to really how much people believed. 

She looked at him, giving a small nod. “I suppose however you feel about the church, you can’t say they don’t know how to make something truly spectacular.”

“Indeed.” He echoed, with the kind of hollow indifference of someone who hadn’t quite caught that. It was difficult to not be preoccupied in the presence of such a work. Theo wasn’t sure if spectacular was quite the word for the Church. It certainly was a spectacle, to be fair. It was a spectacle in the same way that a boat fire was a spectacle. “Though their architecture can feel--” A pause as he searched two languages for a word to describe what such majesty inspired. “-- fascist.”

[mercler-blog]

--- - “The architecture of this place is dizzying.” Theo said, with the resigned indifference of someone whose day had become just long enough to justify an air of cynicism. Had he been wiser, he might have taken an exhausting day as an opportunity to see what stars truly shone in the suffocating darkness of neurosis and overwork. Unfortunately, Theo was not wiser. Existential misery was nothing more to him than an opportunity to wallow.

Was the architecture dizzying? Was it even notable? Was it worth stirring a conversation up over? Probably not, but misery loved company, and the addressee of the vague statement seemed like just the type to handle the eccentric ( and infuriating ) ramblings of a pseudo-intellectual.

[peelingmandarins]

Musée du Louvre Lens by SANAA / photography by Iwan Baan