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Serge Lutens, 1942 | Quotes / Aforismi

  • "To create a perfume you have to be the servant of the unconscious. Each idea evolves and transforms, but there should be a surprise with each note".
  • "A professional is an amateur who has been working for a long time".
  • "Perfume is a form of writing, an ink, a choice made in the first person, the dot on the i, a weapon, a courteous gesture, part of the instant, a consequence".
  • "Perfume is potentially a carrier for the imagination. Perfume is thick; it is poison and pure desire; it is eros in person".
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Alexey Slusar, 1961 | Figurative painter


Alexey Slusar / Aлексей Cлюсар is an Ukrainian painter, known for work in Figurative style.
Alexey Slusar was born in 1961 in Dnepropetrovsk. In 1998, Slusar moved to Prague, where he lives and works.
For biographical notes -in english and italian- and other works by Slusar see:
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Luo Zhongli / 罗中立, 1948 | Genre painter


Born in Chongqing, Luo Zhongli / 罗中立 is considered one of China's foremost realist painters and known for his portraits of the people of southwestern China.
Luo Zhongli studied oil-painting at Sichuan Fine Arts Institute in Chongqing from ’78 until ’82.
Later on, he continued his studies in Belgium, at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts.
Currently, he is the president of Sichuan Fine Arts Institute and is involved in numerous renowned art associations and societies in China.

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Slava Fokk, 1976 | Surrealist / Art Déco style painter

Russian painter Слава Фокк was born into a family of artists in the south of Russia, in the city of Krasnodar.
Since his childhood, he has been surrounded by a creative atmosphere - art workshops, studios and creative summer residences.
In 1997 Fokk completed his training in the Krasnodar Art School, also known as the Repin.


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Alda Merini | Every morning / Ogni mattina

Every morning my stem would rise in the wind
blowing away drunk with life,
but something holds it on earth,
a long heavy chain of anguish
which doesn't dissolve.
I then get out of bed
and I look for a section of wind
and I find a square of sun
in which to rest my naked feet.

Abdullah Evindar | Turkish artist | Surreal silhouette