Toi et moi

Like all great ideals, Love – the kind written with a capital letter – often seems elusive. So then maybe it’s better, as Aurelia Alcaïs does, to talk about the kind written in lower case, the more intimate kind of love, the one that intertwines with our lives and creeps into the cracks of the everyday. There’s the requited love that Daisy has for nature, and then there’s David who buys flowers for his wife of twenty years, not to mention Jean, the punk rocker who is secretly looking for a girl who is just like his grandmother. With simple and elegant illustrations, Toi et moi tells us about love in all its forms, not concerning itself with who or what you love, but above all how you love.