Does the "disorder" of the modern world feel like it's sitting right next to you? Let’s discuss in the comments.
In the quiet corners of our homes, we often feel shielded. We sit in our favorite armchairs, tea in hand, believing the world is "out there." But a striking phrase recently caught my eye: “Leurs lieux d’un dérèglement / Dans un exhibition lez votre fauteuil.”
If the places of disorder have moved into our personal sanctuaries, we have two choices: we can move the chair, or we can engage with the exhibit. Does the "disorder" of the modern world feel
You cannot simply watch an exhibition that is "lez votre fauteuil." At that distance, you are part of the installation. A New Way of Seeing
There is a certain beauty in the dérèglement . Much like Arthur Rimbaud’s "derangement of all the senses," this proximity to disorder forces us to look at our mundane surroundings with new, perhaps sharper, eyes. We sit in our favorite armchairs, tea in
It suggests that the "derangement"—the chaos, the breaking of rules, the shifting of reality—isn't just happening in distant streets or abstract galleries. It is an exhibition happening right next to your seat. The Domestic as a Gallery
We often consume "exhibitions" of world crises, avant-garde art, or digital noise from the safety of our living rooms. Our screens have turned our private spaces into galleries of the strange. But this phrase suggests something more intimate: that the very places we inhabit are leaking. The disorder is no longer a distant spectacle; it’s a permanent guest. Finding the "Dérèglement" What does this derangement look like in our daily lives? Much like Arthur Rimbaud’s "derangement of all the
To live with a "dérèglement" near one's armchair is to acknowledge that the world is messy, unpredictable, and often broken—but also that there is a profound, poetic truth to be found in that proximity. We are no longer just spectators; we are living inside the art of the unexpected.