Serge Miché, Au Bonheur des Hommes

Hair long, slightly graying, held in ponytail by a barrette. Long coat of woolly skin. Glasses screwed on the nose and electronic cigarette with the beak, Serge watches the customers pass, stop, leave again. It has been going on for twenty years. And as long as he turns, he will turn with Serge. As a child, he climbed the wooden horse of the antiquities carousel to never descend. And he's always enjoying it, Serge. A real child. "One would say that one is antique and then ..." They are a small band. Some buddies from 6 to 8 years old. Every summer, near Luzarches, they make the 400 shots. To despair the grandparents to do something about it! Their playground, the municipal dump. There they find all sorts of unwanted objects which they exhume proudly. "Were to see the head of the grandmother when we came back from the dump, everything dirty! Remembers Serge. And his head when they do their unpacking on the sidewalk. Antique dealers in short pants, they sell for a few francs their finds and run to buy candy with the honestly earned money. This sweet taste of antiquities has never left Serge despite many reversals. From GAME TO BUS In his twenties, Serge, a banker, feels strangled by his cravat. The excitement of the financial centers, the gambling and the speed of transactions bore him. China is catching up with him. It is with a friend again he sets foot in the stirrup, rue des Rosiers. Quickly, he arrives at Serpette but the appeal of the outdoors is heard and Paul Bert makes him a place. There, in broad daylight, it offers both classic furniture and master studies: drawings, paintings or sculptures. It sells but it's because it has to be. The curse of the antiquary has again struck: to separate from what one loves. "One consoled oneself by saying to oneself that one was able to live with for a time, to profit a little ...," philosopher Serge. MEN AND ANTIQUES At Serge, one must not be prude. Whether drawn, sculpted, painted or cast in bronze, male buttocks are everywhere. On the wall or on the console. On a canvas or mounted in a lamp. The virile body is celebrated in all its beauty and delicacy too often forgotten. Even among the shellfish, you might have a surprise. The strange form of these pebbles is not the work of your poorly turned mind. You've seen it. And Serge to play them, to place these phallic sculptures in the midst of anodyne objects. So that an adventurous hand can sometimes be surprised and rest, shocked, this pebble yet so harmless ... for the greatest happiness of Serge! But this joker is above all an esthete, an artist who also china to compose strange sculptures. In glass globes of the beginning of the century, he elaborated surrealist compositions of butterflies, shells or doll eyes that would undoubtedly have attracted the attention of André Breton and his companions. Antiquities is all his life. Whether he unlocks them in the storerooms, inspires them to create poetic works or that he dresses them, Serge is a chineur. A real, and since his youngest age. Discover also: Marta Bryl, Tutoyer l'Antiquité Bernard Tinivella, Return to the fold Corinne Lexcellent and Henri Pelllazzo, Lovers of antiquities