On the wall, the plan of a medieval city.
This seat has feet of great finesse, designed for a use beyond the functional.
In this architectural space, the nude is nourrished by the mathematical properties that are reflected on the lenticular mirror.
She lies down on the couch and the perfection of his vertebral column is emerging along its body
“Your building are just lures. I cannot be seen in any reflection”.
This could be anywhere but on the beach with sunshine.
With an architecture for international tastes, the rooms’ decoration add a specific touch of Asia with some traditional furniture.
Rooms are with view on the sea and private swimming pools. For couples in honeymoon, the beds are king-size or queen-size.
The empty theater looks familiar, all built for ultimate luxury.
In the no man’s resort, nobody should come for the simulacrum to remain perfect.
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The abandonment and decay for over 30 years have transformed these villas in blockhouses. The interior burned, blackened facade, only their structures remain like the skeletons of dead bodies on a battlefield. The windows are black holes letting ghosts lurking freely when night falls.
Neons of luxury are glowing on the deserted avenue. The glass facades reflect the logos that spread their mystical light in the night, a continual desire generated by billions invested of advertising. From Paris to Saigon via Hong Kong, it flows throughout the journey with the same stage direction.
votive:
Which belongs to the vow.
Votive object, object offered to fulfill a vow
Dalat was created during the French colonial period to be a mountain resort in the south of Vietnam. In 1907, the first hotel was built and the urban development was supervised by Ernest Hébrard. The city became rapidly the touristic spot, especially for the Saigonese bourgeoisie eager to escape the stifling heat of his city.
After the end of the American War in 1975, owners of the villas fled and currently, more than 200 villas are under management of the DaLat People’s Committee,
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It is a kingdom that children build out of sight of adults. It is a theater without a stage of an unknown time where the people gather like in a village’s market place. Princesses, murderers, bears, aliens, all parade in a cheerful and festive crowd.