MEETING – humorist is an authentic lover of gardens. Especially his own, which he had just designed and devoted to the book. Bravo artist!
Elie Semoun likes to put her hands in the ground and reports it to everyone who hears it. Or read it. Humor just published Forbidden lawn, Issue Ulmer, a way to share your passion with the garden with the public. "Nevertheless, in my family – the Jews from Morocco and Algeria – there was no traditions of plants and animals. I think my taste for nature came from aquariums and fish, the bubbles that I resorted to at the death of my mother in 11 years. When I create a new "painting" in my garden, I find pleasure in the imaginary worlds of my childhood, but now they are real. "
His little corner of paradise, he says, is in eternal evolution. It was growing, tearing apart, spreading differently every plot, successively touching it as an impressionist … Sculpture of the Garden according to its ideas, both moody and structured. In addition, he just pulled out the magnolia, which was adjacent to the house, to design a new composition on the quenched waterfront, the azalea marriage, the pussy-free holly, plant panthersFarfugium japonicum), some of which have curly leaves. "Every time I say I have no place to change, but I always find it."
This march in November organized this spraying in autumn tones. In front of a lake that spreads the lawn, it appears that the golden yellow ginkgo catches the sun, while in the shade a bloody red maple. When asked if he needed a landscaper to support him, he insulted: "I amcontrol freak. I do not hate to let others do it for me except my friend Dominique Dumont. He's my manager for twenty-five years, this garden is just like me. But as a rule, I do everything myself. " He draws inspiration from his huge library of books on horticulture.
Souvenir from the tour
"From the moment I was there, I cut three trees, two magnolia and a plum, and I had to make room for the ideas I had." And above all to get rid of the gardens of previous owners of the 1970s he hated. SNCF cobblestones and intersections replaced cement that highlighted massifs, tracks and stairs.
For almost every plant, every tree is the memory of sightseeing – often coming in a car full of plants – or a friend's gift. He fell to stop in front of the magnificent cream stones in the Abbey of Senanque (Vaucluse) when he visited the monks seeking his help, ordered 12 tons. It now forms a dry stone wall in the sunniest area. He was just installing an insect hotel and two hives. "There is only one species I hate in nature, it is an Asian hornet, it has caused confusion in my hurt."
On the other hand, the first pond, which is considered too small, has become a wetland, a litter of choice for carnivorous plants. The actor even created a shelter on the edge of the water, a greenhouse brought back from Bali, a luxury cabin for a child that is always small, where he writes while listening to jazz on a small radio.
How to describe the kingdom of Elie Semoun? At first glance a cheerful mess impregnated with a bohemian spirit, which had been held up from the top of his owner, showed signs of adventurous advertising plaques, Buddhas playing elbows with a little rusty cock. Metal chairs and benches from the 1930s were purchased from his friend François Levantal, with whom he shared the scene in the room wardrobeChaise lined with chaise lounges greets you with a waterfall surrounded by moss and water lilies. "It was dug out only two years ago, an olive tree found in nursery school on its way to Valencia, just five years ago, it looks like it was 450 years old, its age, and I like things that look forever."
This is the endless charm, but there is no room for coincidence, everything was convinced, chosen, created. "I spend time in my garden, energy, money, I do the same care as writing my shows"insists on this perfectionist.
Here is ecstatic in front of a tree with some dense and glossy leaves: "I'm proud of it, it's a camphor tree"rejoices when he shrugs the leaves that will instantly inflate. And once you apologize for the fern of a tree (Dicksonia antartica) that grows. "I love ferns and euphoria, I'm sure I made a mistake by putting it in. I'm increasingly aware that the plants are happy, unhappy they can suffer, so I watched them, listened and tried to understand what they were saying to me."
Elie assures him, he's crazy in the garden, loves him as if he was a man, a friend. "I treat him and he returns him with his beauty, and he does not like the word to keep it, I try to give him freedom, he has many faces and I like it."