lundi 28 février 2011

i was wearing my favorite shirt. it was march, and spring was in the air.

he sat at the bar, and pretended to write in his notebook (this much i learned later). a piece of paper dropped to the floor, and i saw my opportunity to talk to him.

with his "merci" i knew immediately that he wasn't from these parts.

a few more coy smiles, and i left without speaking to him.

lundi 7 février 2011


two french guys walk into a bar.

i was at a bar in new york city,
when he walked in.
i looked up,
and smiled.

he smiled back.

(picture by him)

mardi 1 février 2011

life is funny, innit

il y a 2.5 ans.
je souviens plus cette sourire
ou le moment.
c'est bizarre, quand même.