FEMMES DE MYSTÉRE
by BONCLÉ

As the nights grow longer, we bid adieu to the sweetness of asummer day. The crowns of the trees in the city turn red, giving a sense of a city on fire. We see women dressed in feathery furs, their beauty now hidden, creating a sense of something evoked, provoking a desire of a mystery sought. The streets of Montmartre, filled with passion, music and art. A promise of a better time whispered by the air. So passionate yet sentimental, swayed with chanson and filled with memory of sweet perfume. A sweetness desired, but not yet found. A sweetness that lies in the decadent rooms of Cabarets. A sweetness that belongs to the enticing creatures of the underworld…