I am Madame de Jouy.

 

A woman of today who sometimes speaks the language of yesterday.

I was born from a deep love for forgotten stories, the colors that quiver at the edge of an ancient curtain, the words that dance between two centuries.

 

I grew up surrounded by the Lyon silk of my ancestors, the Creole porches of Louisiana, and the capricious gilding of Paris. From there came a desire: to weave links. Between eras, materials, emotions.

 

In my workshop-boutique, I design graphic identities like correspondences, sensitive objects like fragments of memory, images like confidences.

 

I draw inspiration from 18th-century engravings, crackling papers, well-turned phrases, and the flashes of everyday life. I blend ornament with instinct, rigor with dreams, heritage with impertinence.

 

My tone? Poetic, confident, sometimes mocking.

My driving force? Beauty, the kind you look at closely.

 

Welcome to my world.