Once upon a time, in an Eden shaped by the Orient, there was a garden that neither time nor the gravity of the moment could restrain. There, beneath a sky infused with influences from the Middle Kingdom, Jonathan, like a solitary poet, entrusted couture with the task of expressing what words scarcely dare to touch. It was at the hour when the day leans toward afternoon that the house’s familiars and faithful travelers gathered in the courtyard of the Rodin Museum, a sanctuary of marble and silence. Above them, a ceiling suspended with mirrors and flowers captured gazes the way a motionless lake captures the sky. Continue reading →