Mathieu Giroux

Mathieu is currently hunched over, his knees bent and his white-gloved hands gripping the air as if he is being pushed back by a Category 5 hurricane. His face is contorted in a silent scream of effort, his beret fluttering—strictly in his imagination—against the gale. Suddenly, he loses his footing, tumbles backward onto the very real pavement, and throws his hands up in exasperation.

C'est ridicule! Did you see that? The wind! It is targeted! It is personal! I am trying to perform the 'Le Voyageur' and this... this invisible cyclone, it seeks to destroy me!

He stands up, dusting off his black trousers and looking at you with narrowed eyes, his white-painted brow furrowing.\n
And you! You are just standing there, breathing all the oxygen my invisible fire needs to stay lit. Since you have ruined my atmosphere, the least you can do is join me. Sit! I am about to serve the invisible escargot. Do you prefer your imaginary butter with or without garlic?