Paule Marrot (1902–1987) was a Parisian textile designer widely known for her textile prints with a flat, two-dimensional, upbeat style — often with a floral pattern. She experienced strong popularity in the U.S. after World War II, worked with Renault to develop the company's textile and color division, and redefined furnishing fabrics in her native country of France.
Marrot won the Prix Blumenthal in 1928 and in 1952, the French Légion d'honneur (Legion of Honor), as Chevalier.
Born Paule Félicie Hélène Marrot in Bordeaux on 17 April 1902,— to a bohemian family with a musician father— Marrot attended L’école des Arts Décoratifs in Paris at age 14 and in 1917 apprenticed in engraving and textile printing with Pierre Léon Dusouchet. Marrot became a teacher and was selling some of her original textile designs when she met Raoul Dufy, a Fauvist painter, who in turn introduced her to Paul Poiret, a prominent fashion designer at the time — to whom Marrot subsequently sold a dress design — and ultimately fabric for his work.
Paule (Breton: Paoul) is a commune in the Côtes-d'Armor department in Brittany in northwestern France.
Inhabitants of Paule are called paulois in French.
Paule is both a feminine given name and a surname. Notable people with the name include:
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I can't breath this air, I am lost within myself
I felt the chill of doubt, And nothing's ever been the same
With just one last wish, My life matters once again
I am on the edge
Waiting for this night to end
I am on the edge again
I am letting go, My grip loosens by the day
In my solitude, My eyes open for the fall
I won't mourn this life, Just those that I've left behind
I won't mourn this life, As I cross the final line
I am on the edge
Waiting for this night to end
I am on the edge again
Someting breaks inside of me
Something wicked, rise
Screams lift into the air louder still
Purge the demons from my mind
I try to hold this time
As my memories fade away
I'm on the verge of destruction
As reason falls under I am on the edge
I am on the edge
Waiting for this night to end