A wondrous path that winds through the Galerie des Glaces, through the palace's endless interconnecting salons, as far as the grand tree-lined walks that sweep through the classic parkland à la française.

Merci, Matthieu.

Everybody is pretty much the same. Everywhere. Even under the rain.

I am surrounded by Beauty.
Everyday.

-- Tell me, enigmatic man, whom do you love the best? Your father, or your mother, or your sister, or your brother?

-- I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother.

-- Your friends?

-- You are using a word whose meaning remains unknown to me to this very day.

-- Your country?

-- I do not know under what latitude it lies.

-- Beauty?

-- I would love her gladly, goddess and immortal.

-- Gold?

-- I hate it as much as you hate God.

-- Well then! What do you love, extraordinary stranger?

-- I love the clouds ... the passing clouds ... over there ... over there ... the marvelous clouds!

Jordan. A country that has emerged from the sand of its Land, carved by the hands of its people and the strength of their faith. A powerful past coexisting with a promising future ahead.

Light. Silence. Flowing spaces. True colors and textures found only in nature. This residential property located at the foothills of The Sierra Madre in the city of Monterrey inevitably inspires a celebration of serenity and simplicity.

Cambodia. A never ending struggle between man and nature deeply reflected in the temple of its people's gaze.

An architectural and interior design residential project where effortless serenity reigns over its city lights and mountain views.

"Si quelqu'un aime une fleur qui n'existe qu'à un exemplaire dans les millions et les millions d'étoiles, ça suffit pour qu'il soit heureux quand il les regarde. Il se dit: «Ma fleur est là quelque part..."

If we can observe our thoughts...