Amandine: Do you remember the first time we spoke about flowers, Jean-Christian? It was not really about beauty, was it?

Jean-Christian: No. It was about what happens after beauty. Specifically the moment when a flower begins to fade, when its scent lingers and its form starts to collapse. That fragility felt celestial.

Amandine: Yes. That was the beginning of Anatomie Fleur, the desire to capture that instant when emotion and decay meet, when something still breathes even as it disappears.

Jean-Christian: We wanted to work with flowers not as symbols of perfection, but as living materials, full of contradictions, tenderness, sensuality, exhaustion, and ultimately rebirth.

Amandine: They contain everything, memory, time, desire, yet remain silent. That silence is what I find most powerful.

Jean-Christian: It is a kind of quiet theatre. The installations become stages where the flowers perform their own drama without words, without artifice.

Amandine: What we really create are atmospheres. Places where people can feel the passage of time. And allowing the work to live, to change, to disappear. That is what makes it temporary.

Jean-Christian: Our pieces exist for a moment, then they are gone. But for that brief time, they touch something essential, something tender, and slightly challenging.

Amandine: Like the flower itself.

Jean-Christian: Like us.

Amandine: Berlin and Milan became our two gardens.

Jean-Christian: Berlin gives us depth, a kind of quiet tension. It allows the work to breathe in contrast, to explore restraint in juxtaposition.

Amandine: Milan, on the other hand, is warmth and movement. The light and architecture there change everything, it gives the flowers a different kind of voice.

Jean-Christian: Between these two cities, we found our balance. Structure and instinct. Intimacy and spectacle.

Amandine: Our work grows somewhere between them. Between discipline and emotion, permanence and loss.

Jean-Christian: Always returning to the same question: how can something so fleeting hold so much presence?

Amandine: Perhaps that is our secret of Anatomie Fleur. To make transience feel eternal, if only for a moment.