At the edge of a sunlit field, a wooden table stands beneath a tall tree, yellow flowers scattered like laughter through the grass. From its branches hangs a chandelier with soft candles, swaying gently in the breeze. On the table - a vase of blossoms, a plate with a single mouse.
Across from it sits a fox, attentive, composed, as if waiting for grace to begin. The picnic of civilization has been reimagined; the guest of honour has changed.
Déjeuner sur l’Herbe turns the familiar into reverie - a quiet feast between wildness and ritual, where nature’s wit replaces human presence, and the air itself seems to smile.