Having pushed open the narrow, tottering door,
I walked around the little garden
That the morning sun lighted gently,
Sparkling every flower with a wet spark.
Nothing has changed. I saw everything again: the humble arbor
Mad vine with the rattan chairs …
This water jet always makes its Argentinian whisper
And the old man trembles his eternal complaint.
The roses as before flutter; like before,
The great proud lilies sway in the wind,
Every lark that comes and goes is known to me.
I even found the Velléda standing,
Whose plaster is peeling off at the end of the avenue,
Hail, amid the stale smell of mignonette. Verlaine
The beauty of a photograph is made up of three essential angles: the frame, the brightness and the sound. The Secrets Gardens, a work by Gokhan Altintas Photography produced in his workshops in Versailles.
She was my Nymph in all her forms, she was my Muse, she knew how to give herself to me by letting herself be guided by my voice, by her tenderness and her strength, she created in me an even stronger determination to this day never operated, and will not stop growing.
Charlotte Mequignon with Gokhan Altintas Photography is The Secrets Gardens of Charlotte.