SCENTISSIME
About Le Dieu Cerf
There is a place in Paris that says better than others the great eclecticism and divine presence in human diversity. A place still imbued with the memory of Richelieu, Louis XIV, Colbert, Lully, Molière, or Marivaux. A place that bears the imprint of a Rubens or a Keith Haring united a few steps apart through the centuries. A place that has been singing since antiquity the legend of a Roman general, a cultural and cult place, a vast spirit of openness like that of the Oratorians, servants of beauty, and said to be a fixed point in a fleeting world... Saint-Eustache where everything begins and ends, the belly of Paris obliges, the place of all unfinished vertigo.