Direction A

The world of the jump

On Saute Encore

A great pale field with one small photograph in it. The Jump Book is not a decoration here — it is the layout: the figure is small, the paper is enormous, and the distance between them is the joke. One red, once, and never near the picture.

the photograph is never more than a fifth of the page nothing bleeds — an edge that is eaten is an edge that is lost one red per piece, and it is never on the photograph type is large, plain and set once the bird appears and is never explained

Andor and Vivienne mid-air, about 1965 — the photograph this whole direction is cut out from

the salon on rue Servandoni at four o'clock, empty — the room's own light before the guests

Uncoated bone

Ground

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Le Saut red

Accent

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Monsieur Ferenc, cut out and left unexplained — the mark that recurs and never signs off

Type specimen

Andor & Vivienne

display — Bodoni Moda 700, set once, very large

On saute encore

text — Jost 400, letter-spaced caps

A magazine page from 1959, set by someone with nothing left to prove.

Le Saut in the coupe against a bare wall — the single red the whole suite is allowed

Print black

Ink

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600gsm cotton rag, blind-debossed — the weight that lets an empty card read as deliberate

Le Saut red printed hard to a torn deckle — how the red actually meets the paper edge

The jump tile is here because Andor has made every visitor to the flat jump for a photograph since about 1971, and there are four albums of it. This direction treats that as a house style, not an anecdote.

The blackbird is Monsieur Ferenc, who has come to the balcony every autumn for eleven years. Ondine asked that he appear small and that nobody explain him, so he is never captioned on any piece.

The torn-deckle macro answers "less, but red" literally: the red is a printed area that stops at an edge, never a tint, a border or a flourish. Gold is refused outright, so the red is the only thing that shines.

Less, but red — the ration, at true size

Uncoated bone

95.8%

Print black

3.4%

Le Saut red

0.8%

Vivienne's answer to any question about taste is less, but red. On the invitation that is not a mood, it is a measurement: one 5.33mm square and one 9.6pt line, which together are eight tenths of one per cent of the sheet. The card above is the real geometry at true proportion — margins, ruled head, and the single red mark where it actually falls.

What each of the twelve pieces becomes in this world

InvitationA5 portrait on 600gsm cotton rag, deckled on the foot edge only. Names in Bodoni across the top third under one hairline, with a single red square at the right end of the name line. The story sits in a short measure; the paired date — 14.XI.1966, 14.XI.2026 — holds the right column; "On saute encore" is alone at the foot in the one red. No photograph: the printed suite is typographic.

Save the DateA6 landscape, and the one piece where the date is the object: 14.XI.2026 set very large in Le Saut red across the card, the names quiet beneath it in Bodoni. It arrives saying one thing.

RSVP CardA6, reply lines ruled in black hairline, wide-set so an eighty-eight-year-old hand has room. The red appears exactly once, as a single filled dot beside "yes". No bird. It is the one piece in the suite that is purely useful.

Details CardA6 portrait, no photograph at all. Address, hour, dress and the Métro set as one ranked column in Jost caps, generously leaded. Le Saut red is used only on the word "Saturday", because that is the fact the guests keep getting wrong.

Welcome SignageA single 900mm board propped — never hung — against the foxed mirror over the fireplace. The two names at 110mm cap height fill it, the paired years beneath, one hairline, and the French line at the foot. Nothing else, and no image.

Order of the EveningA tall narrow 105×297mm strip laid at each place. Six lines, hour on the left in red, event on the right in black, nothing between them but space. Pogácsa at eleven is printed as plainly as the speeches.

Menu CardOne uncoated leaf, 120×230mm, the courses set in the same ranked column the details card uses so the two read as siblings. Diet codes sit as small superior figures, never as icons. Le Saut is listed first and alone, above the rule.

Signature Cocktail CardA small 90×90mm card that lives under the glass at the bar, printed red-on-bone rather than bone-on-red so it is the one warm object in the room. Recipe on the front, and on the reverse, in six words, why the drink is called Le Saut.

Place CardsFolded tent, 90×55mm, the guest’s name in Bodoni at a size that can be read sitting down without leaning in, and the table’s city in caps beneath it. No motif and no red: on this one piece the guest’s own name is the only mark on the card.

Table NumbersEight cards, each carrying a city where one of the jump photographs was taken — Paris, Budapest, Trieste, Deauville, Vienna, Tangier, Lisbon, New York. The number is set large in Le Saut red at the head, because finding the table across a full room is the card’s actual job; a hairline under it, then the city in Bodoni. The table is found by its number and known by its place.

Coat Check TagsBuff board, 40×70mm, numbered in a plain grotesque, edge-painted in Le Saut red so a rack of seventy-two of them reads as one red line across the hall. Duplicate half stays with the guest.

Thank You CardA6, and the only piece printed after the party: an empty mount frame with the real photograph from the night tipped into it by hand. The suite’s argument closes by adding a picture to the family’s box rather than reprinting one.

DigitalThe RSVP page is one bone screen, the couple mid-jump at the same fifth-of-the-page scale, and a single red "yes". Shared to WhatsApp it crops to the figures alone, which is the only place in this world an image is allowed to fill the frame.

The guest arcArrival: the propped board and a coupe of Le Saut, nothing else served for an hour. Peak: the speeches, with the eight cities named. Farewell: a red-edged tag handed back with a coat, and pogácsa at eleven.

Still open in this direction

Which jump photograph carries the invitation — Ondine has four albums and we have seen none of them; the 34mm scale needs a frame where the figures separate cleanly from the ground.
Whether the French line sits on the invitation only, or recurs at the foot of every piece. Recurring makes it a signature; once makes it a remark.
Whether the bird is debossed or printed on the place cards. Deboss is quieter and costs a second pass on 72 cards.
Whether the mother's green-blue appears anywhere at all. She has worn it for sixty years, and this world currently has no place for it.

Direction B

The world of the darkroom

Nine People, No Photographs

Vivienne has minded for sixty years that nobody photographed the lunch. This world is built from that absence: the blank frame, the sheet that never went in the developer, the editor's red ring around the picture that is missing. The party is the exposure.

every piece carries a frame, and the frame is empty the ground is the darkroom, the paper is the object on it red is a mark made by hand, never a colour printed type is small, tracked and documentary nothing is nostalgic — this is an archive, not a memory

the empty album spread on black corners — the photograph nobody took in November 1966

the mairie waiting room, chairs still in a row — where the nine of them waited that Monday

Darkroom black

Ground

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Safelight red

Accent

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Fibre-base paper

Object

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a grease-pencil ring on a spoiled print under the safelight — the editor's red, and the only one

Type specimen

SIXTY YEARS

display — Bodoni Moda 400, tracked +.18em, set small

14.XI.1966 → 14.XI.2026

text — IBM Plex Mono, the archive slip

An index card in a drawer nobody has opened since 1966.

35mm sprocket rhythm — the repeat that runs the borders, the tag edges and the table cards

uncoated fibre-base photographic stock — the surface every piece in this world is cut from

wax red dragged across matte stock — the accent as a mark made, not a colour printed

The blank spread is the brief's actual sentence: "There were no photographs taken that day and my mother has minded about it ever since, which is most of the reason this party exists." The empty frame is not a device — it is the subject.

The waiting room is a mairie on a Monday, which is what the fourteenth of November 1966 actually was. This world keeps that plainness rather than warming it — the client banned sepia by name.

The wax stroke is why the red survives on a black ground. A printed red would sit flat; a grease-pencil mark is evidence that a person went through the sheets and chose one, which is the gesture the whole direction is built on.

The frame that was never exposed — the argument the grid cannot make

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Every piece in this direction is a frame from this strip. Eleven of the twelve carry an exposed frame; one carries the blank. The invitation is frame 05 — the guest is being asked to come and fill it, and the thank-you card is the same strip reprinted with 05 no longer empty.

What each of the twelve pieces becomes in this world

Invitation203×254mm on fibre-base stock — the exact size of a darkroom print — held to a black card mount by four paper corners. A blank white frame is printed where the picture should be, ringed once by hand in red wax pencil. The wording sits beneath it as a caption, in mono, as if it were an archive slip. Envelope: black, bone lining, printed addressing.

Save the DateA contact-strip card, 210×74mm, eight frames across, seven of them grey and one blank. No names on the front at all. The date is on the reverse in mono with the negative number, so it reads as a filing reference before it reads as an invitation.

RSVP CardA6 on the same fibre stock, laid out as a darkroom exposure record: name, guests, and two boxes. The red wax ring is pre-printed around neither box — the guest rings their own. It is the one piece the guest is asked to mark.

Details CardA6, set entirely in IBM Plex Mono at 8.5pt, wide-leaded, like the back of a photographic packet. Address, hour, dress, Métro, and the one line in French. No frame on this piece — it is the only card that admits it is just information.

Welcome SignageA 900mm board mounted over the fireplace, black, carrying a single blank white frame at print proportions and a red ring. Beneath it, in mono: 14.XI.1966 — no photograph exists. It is the first thing a guest reads and it explains the entire evening.

Order of the Evening105×297mm, the six moments listed as exposure times — hour, duration, event — in mono down a hairline rule. Eleven o'clock is ringed in red, because that is when the pogácsa comes up and it is the only instruction that matters.

Menu Card120×230mm, black ground, the courses reversed out in bone. Each course sits inside its own thin white frame, so a table of nine reads as a row of negatives. Diet codes are set as film-edge characters along the foot.

Signature Cocktail Card90×90mm, the one piece printed on gloss rather than matte, so the red wax ring on it catches the light the way it does on a real print. Le Saut's recipe on the front; on the back, the six words about the name.

Place CardsFolded tent, 90×55mm, black outside and bone inside. The guest's name is set small in tracked Bodoni within a printed white frame — every guest gets the photograph the couple never got. Table city in mono beneath.

Table NumbersEight black cards, each a single large blank frame with the city name set in mono along the lower edge and the number ringed in red wax in the corner. Read from across the room they are eight empty pictures, which is the point.

Coat Check TagsBlack board, 40×70mm, perforated down both long edges in the 35mm sprocket rhythm so the rack reads as a film strip. Number in mono, punched hole top centre, one red wax stroke across the duplicate half.

Thank You CardThe same 203×254mm mount as the invitation, and this time frame 05 is a real photograph from the night, corner-mounted. The red ring is gone. It is the only piece in the suite where the direction resolves rather than argues.

DigitalThe RSVP page opens black with one empty frame and a red ring drawn on load — the only motion in the suite, and it is disabled for anyone who has asked for reduced motion. Shared to WhatsApp the preview is the blank frame, which reads as a broken image until it is opened, deliberately.

The guest arcArrival: the board over the fireplace, and the sentence about 1966. Peak: Márta Kovács photographing every table, openly, as the point of the evening. Farewell: the sprocket-edged tag, and a print in the post three weeks later.

Still open in this direction

Whether the red ring is genuinely hand-drawn on all 72 place cards and 8 table cards, or printed from one scanned original. Hand-drawn is the honest version and adds about four hours.
Whether Márta Kovács is willing to be part of the concept rather than documenting it — this world only closes if the thank-you card carries her photograph.
Whether a black ground reads as sombre to fourteen guests over eighty. It is the one risk this direction genuinely carries.
Whether the invitation's blank frame needs a line of explanation, or whether explaining it ruins it.

The choice

Both directions obey the same rules — no gold, no sepia, no florals, no script, nothing full-bleed, and one red only. They disagree about one thing: whether the evening is a continuation or a correction.

Direction A

On Saute Encore

Choose this if the evening is a continuation — sixty years of the same joke, still funny, and the party is simply the latest jump. Guests arrive already laughing.

Choose this if you want Andor's albums on the table rather than in a drawer, and if "expensively funny" is the note you want a guest to hit within two seconds of opening the envelope.

Direction B

Nine People, No Photographs

Choose this if the evening is a correction — if the reason for the party is the thing Vivienne has minded since 1966, and you want the invitation to say so rather than to be cheerful about it.

Choose this if you are willing for the first thing a guest reads to be a sentence about an absence, and for the photographs taken on the night to be the actual event.

	A · On Saute Encore	B · Nine People, No Photographs
What the guest is handed	A nearly empty bone card with two small people flying across the bottom of it.	A darkroom-sized print, corner-mounted, with an empty frame ringed in red wax.
Format & stock	A5 portrait, 600gsm cotton rag, deckled foot edge, blind deboss.	203×254mm fibre-base photographic stock on a black card mount.
Where the red goes	Printed. One area or one word per piece, never touching the photograph.	Drawn. A wax pencil ring or stroke, made by hand, sitting on top of the sheet.
Imagery strategy	The family photographs, cut out and floated at a fifth of the page.	No family photographs at all until the thank-you card. Empty frames instead.
Type	Bodoni set very large and once, with Jost caps letter-spaced beneath.	Bodoni set small and tracked, with IBM Plex Mono carrying every fact.
The repeatable mark	Monsieur Ferenc — a cut-out blackbird, never captioned, never explained.	The 35mm sprocket rhythm — a repeat band down borders, tags and table cards.
The risk it carries	Restraint can read as unfinished; a guest may think the printer left the card blank.	A black ground and a sentence about absence may read as sombre to older guests.

Whichever direction you choose is built out in full — all twelve pieces, the envelope, and the digital RSVP — and the other is not carried forward. Nothing here is a sketch: both worlds are already resolved to stock, size and where the red lands, so the chosen one goes straight to the invitation stage. If the honest answer is "A, but with B's thank-you card", say that — it is a good answer and we can build it.