Whether pocket, foot, magnifying or deforming, the mirror is at the heart of our apartments, our homes and our imagination. Since Narcisse drowning at too much wanting to look at the mother-in-law of Blanche-neige questioning her beauty, the mirror is the reflection of our soul, beautiful or ugly. He does not lie. Never betray. And when he refers no reflection, it is because he who looks at it no longer belongs to the world of the living. Myths and legends have made their salt of the mirror just like the designers who quickly dressed the glass of woodwork, ceramics, bronze or light. In this way, the intrinsic superficiality of this reflective object is accentuated. Walk in the ice gallery of Paul Bert Serpette ...
Mirror, my beautiful mirror
