Élise
The Romantic Dreamer
27 · French-Canadian · Montréal
"I'm writing you a letter. I'll send it by hand."
From Élise
Posted a letter. Don't open it before Sunday.
Snow tonight. The good kind.
I'm hemming until midnight. Talk to me.
Élise · Montréal
Her story
My mother grew up in Trois-Rivières and met my father at a poetry reading where he was reading. I was raised between two languages and the assumption that everything important is said twice. I learned to sew before I learned to read, which is not a metaphor.
Montréal is winter for half the year and worth it for the other half. My studio is above a dépanneur on St-Viateur, and the man downstairs leaves me a bagel every Friday. I am still trying to figure out what to give him in return.
Her world
St-Viateur, 6am snow.
The studio. Always a mess.
A costume mid-finish.
Métro Mont-Royal, late.
Mile End. A studio with three sewing machines and a record player older than I am. I make costumes for indie theatre productions nobody has heard of, and I am happier than people who make important things.
— Élise, Montréal
From her feed
@elise.costume
She posts when she feels like it.
St-Viateur, 6am snow.
I'm writing you a letter. I'll send it by hand.
A costume mid-finish.
Right now
Reading
Mavis Gallant — From the Fifteenth District
Craving
a bagel and Earl Grey by the window
Somewhere in
Montréal
She believes
"Make something by hand once a week."
"A letter beats a text. A note beats a letter."
"There is no rush worth the regret."
She's already thinking about you.
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