Tali Lennox

Parisian based, London born artist Tali Lennox grew up in a household that encouraged an immense amount of creativity. With a mother in music and a father in film, Tali was exposed to the world of artistic expression from an early age, allowing her to push boundaries and freely express with little need to conform or adjust to the eyes of others.

Tali’s personal style is eclectic yet elegant, blending romanticism with gothic intrigue, presenting her fascination with ancient days and her undeniable otherworldly connection.

Having faced some intense tragedy in her own life, Tali has used art to express and grasp her experiences, deepening the magnitude of her wisdom. Demonstrating themes of grief, religion, and the pressing conflict of the light and dark that human life is always under, Tali’s work raises the bigger question of how we are living.

With a thirst for honesty and often repulsed by the fakeness of the world around us, Tali uses her incredible understanding of true beauty versus glamour to philosophise life and our temporal reality. Even though her art can appear melancholic and dark, she calls it out as it is, presenting that the sadness of human life only appears when conforming to how we are told it should be. 

Tali’s magic comes from her questioning things and not conforming. Her paintings communicate that even when there are tears, there are always rays of light. In her perfect words of wisdom, Tali shares that above all ‘Beauty simply is.’

I’m always mesmerized by a story in a face, especially a face that takes me to another era. I’m constantly looking at strangers and placing them in a particular century, say Ancient Rome or 1920s Berlin. I’m captivated by the transportive theatrics of beauty.

Lately, I love looking at the elderly women in Montmartre, where I live. The traces of time that embed their heavily powdered and painted faces are so enchanting. Their brightly dyed rather fried hair, harshly pencilled eyebrows, stockings & always some kind of battered high heel. Pure character. Similar to a figure one could find in a Brassäi photograph teleported to the future. They haven’t adapted their appearance to modern times and I appreciate that.

To me L’hötel is a portal; whenever I have stayed there, I’ve had a potent and elated uprise of the spirit. One of my favorite places to meet friends is in a silky enclave on the ground floor. It was no surprise to me that this enclave was the very spot where Oscar Wilde was housed in his final days. I sense that essence of kindness in the bones of the hotel; symbolically, it’s a beautiful thing that they offered refuge to such a precious artist in a time when he was so brutally ostracized. 

There’s an incredible book that opened my mind to the perceptions and importance of beauty, written by the late Irish author and poet John O’Donoghue titled ‘Beauty: The Invisible Embrace’. There’s a great passage where he explains that glamour and beauty are not the same thing. Glamour is a varnished illusion of sorts, whereas beauty exists within depths and subtleties. Glamour presents itself, whereas beauty simply ‘is’. I feel like this is a vital distinction in a time where the culture has a bit of a morbid obsession to surgically ‘fix’ oneself in a quest for aesthetic beauty.

Going to a bathhouse. I’ve been a devotee to the Russian Banya on Fulton St NY, the Olympic Korean bathhouse in LA, and the Hammam in Paris. 

They are my temples. They aren’t opulent ‘spas’ as such but an underworld within a city where people are stripped of status and share a unified and ancient practice of cleansing the soul and body. 

I recently visited Japan for the first time and the incredible Onsen natural baths. A dream of mine is to do a bathhouse tour around the world. 

Arriving at my studio with a day of painting ahead. Or the nighttime walk home after in Montmartre, when the lamplights are on, the tourists have scattered off, and I can commune with its shiny ghosts. 

Any natural single ingredient oils. Almond, argan, coconut, jojoba, olive oil. It feels good to use something on your body that has been enjoyed for thousands of years, aren’t mixed with chemicals & don’t cost a pretty penny either.

It’s an annoying thing to say, but just to be kind and gentle within yourself. Tensions show from the inside out, and over time I’ve noticed that the happier and calmer I am, the more it seems to reflect directly onto my face and body. 

‘Pretty Bitch Claws’ my friend Noa Eyal does the most insane nails, that are really more like tiny sculptures, with crystals, pearls, silvery tendrils. My fingertips end up looking like sparkling mythical crustaceans. 

Hammam Les Cent Ciels in Paris is a steamed & candlelit oasis where I imagine I’m bathing in an ancient harem, but really I resemble more of a warm soup dumpling. 

My boyfriend for hair advice, he changes his color every month. 

The biologique mask that smells exactly like marmite.