The ones that were sewn back together
Clair de Lana means moonlight; and the moon has its hidden side. Côté nuit, "the night side", is the studio when the light goes down: black cloth, white stitches, button eyes. Every one of them has been sewn back together, and each has kept its legend.
H. 22 cm · charcoal cloth, white stitches, button eyes
Minuit was born from an old workshop apron, darned a hundred times and thrown away only once. He was sewn back together in white thread, on purpose, so that every seam would show. The little silver-tone heart is not a jewel: it is the last thing he was given back. He frightens no one. He only remembers where he was mended.
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H. 29 cm · black cloth, white stitches, blue glass eyes
Grimoire slept so long on an open book that the letters rubbed off on him. Everything written on him is now in white thread, and the skull on his belly is the page he last lay down on. What it said, he won't repeat: cats never tell what they have read.
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H. 54 cm · black lace, faux-fur hair, star
La Ramasseuse goes out at night and does not sweep dust. She gathers what people drop without noticing: a button, a promise, the last hour before dawn. Everything she gathers comes back to the studio one day and ends up sewn into something. She gives nothing back: you don't ask her, you buy it back.
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H. 40 cm · black cloth, white hair, ruffled skirt
She lay awake for one night and turned white all at once: her hair, her eyebrows, even the thread of her seams. In the morning she was found on the same chair, the same cross between her fingers. Since then she knows how to sit still for a long time, and in the house where she lives, no one wakes at three in the morning.
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H. 34 cm · red thread hair, button eyes, embroidery
Coquelicot stayed so long in the attic that everything faded: her dress, her cheeks, even the thread of her fingers. Everything but her hair. It stayed red, because all that time she was angry. La Ramasseuse found her and carried her to the studio, where she was sewn back together: a black dress, a little cross, a spider in her hair, so that no one would ever dare forget her again.
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H. 33 cm · black cloth, green silk ruffles, antique key
L'Effilochée kept the key to the thread cupboard. When the thread ran out, she began to unravel her own dress, strip by strip, to have something to mend the others with. The dress grew shorter, and the house counted more and more mended ones. She still wears the key, though the cupboard has long been empty: you never know who might come to mend.
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H. 13 cm · charcoal-grey cloth, embroidered darns, sewn-on lace
La Cendrée lived behind the studio's old stove and took on the colour of its ashes. Every winter, squeezing under the door, she tore somewhere, and every winter she was sewn back up: the little embroidered squares on her back are the mends, one for each winter. The last tear, along her spine, was covered with a strip of lace: that one will never open again. Since then La Cendrée no longer squeezes under the door: she waits for someone to open it.
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