With his smart elf-like demeanor, Cyril Maisonnave instantly immerses you in joyful poetry.
In Paris, at the Cristal Room Baccarat and at Amelie, Maison d'art, in Nantes, La Ciotat, or Lisbon, his treasures enchant salons and galleries.
But how did he become a knitting designer, creator of metal knitted cutlery that seems to have no other purpose than to be beautiful? Forks, spoons, knives that, when held, one is surprised to find so flexible, so soft? His cat Knitting curled up on the couch, he begins his story: after the divorce, around 7-8 years old, he went to live with his grandparents, Dédé and Dédette. When she was very young, during the Charleston era, Dédette was a embroiderer in a workshop where they sewed the dresses for the Alcazar, including those of Mistinguett. However, in this very simple environment, if he said he wanted to work in fashion, Cyril knew he would be told: "Choose a real job instead." He followed six years of cooking, pastry, and military service. Then he became a salesman on Boulevard Saint-Germain to finance his dream. Bad luck: the directors of the fashion school he had chosen ran away with the money...