mardi 30 juin 2009
lundi 22 juin 2009
Dancer in the Dark
The scene: A summer night on an industrial backstreet.
The stage: Dark, except for a single spotlight.
The dancers: You, me...mardi 16 juin 2009
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dimanche 7 juin 2009
samedi 30 mai 2009
jeudi 28 mai 2009
lundi 18 mai 2009
dimanche 10 mai 2009
According to your wishes
I hope I forgot nothing.
I moved the mirror and table in the living room, framed your drawing we bought at the brocante and exhibited it in the bedroom, and added your name besides mine on the mailbox.
Of course, nothing is graved in marble, you'll remove the mirror if you don't like it like that, change the color of the paper of the marie-louise for the drawing but... I hope you won't remove your name from the mailbox!
lundi 20 avril 2009
samedi 18 avril 2009
jeudi 16 avril 2009
samedi 11 avril 2009
beadel street
the end of the earth, where the water is toxic, and the eternal flame burns. for now, i call it home.
jeudi 9 avril 2009
mardi 7 avril 2009
a reminder
here's a little string around my finger to remember what it's like to be professional. clearly this woman is not a good example because she's carrying a shopping bag. that's a big no-no.
jeudi 2 avril 2009
www.laphotocabine.com by our friends of LeDjam and driven by Thomas.
You love photobooths as mush as me, let's thank Igor to have imported first this beautifull idea in our old country, always more conquested by new useless technologic devices.
Have fun on the web by la Photocabine, take an authentic pleasure for real at La Joyeuse de Photographie.
Flat Cat
Bonnard must know how we feel about Frida in the morning. Instead of wearing earplugs, he flattened his cat.
mercredi 1 avril 2009
mardi 31 mars 2009
vendredi 27 mars 2009
mardi 24 mars 2009
Have I Told You Lately
...that I love you? (And might I also make note of Rod's enviable style: oversized blazer, check. leather pants, check.)
lundi 23 mars 2009
mardi 3 mars 2009
lundi 2 mars 2009
really?
I can't believe you've never seen The Golden Girls. Although I am flattered that you thought they were my family members, because in my house, The Golden Girls are family.
vendredi 27 février 2009
an artist is born
or we could just have a laugh about it together. what do you think we should do?watercolor of blanche d, rose, dorothy, and sophia--you know, the girls.
I cannot stop smiling since my friends offered to me to sleep one night, once in Marseille, on a vintage 68' sailboat (see upside).
I couldn't find something more Mediterranean for you.
Spend a night on a boat is almost more exciting than all the chic hotels in New York. It's a poetry, a child dream, a nest for the lovers we are, little birds with salty feathers.
Ah, if I could see your smile when you'll read those lines!
mercredi 25 février 2009
The Day I Was Close To Have Another Cat (than Frida) In My Life
Yes, we exchange some notes on doors too sometimes. Between neighbours, that's the rule to follow. Is it polite to knock on a door at 10:30 PM ?
At the foot of my neighbour's door, I found a cat.
A cool striped cat with blue eyes, and this smart attitude I like with cats.
He followed me and seemed really comfortable in my home.
I called my sister, the Brigitte Bardot of Rive Gauche (who is hard defender of animal cause now) and she said to me:
- Keep him tonight, feed him (I had no can because I have no cat usually)(ah if I had Tiffany as neighbour) and put a note on the main door of the building.
I wrote my note, and when I was done with it, I thought that I didn't want anybody comes to my home to pick the cat. This cat was mine now. I felt happy, and for the first time, I had to take care about somebody (for the second time to be exact).
I was imagining I could teach some great stuffs to my new cat (I found a new name in three minutes for him, Tony Le Chat - in fact he was a girl), drive a vespa, play tennis and paint with his tail.
Tony le Chat meowed, I openned the door cause I thought he/she wanted to pee. He ran to the foot of the same door and the door openned. My neighbour with his dwarf beard and yellow teeth saw my note and me, and said:
- It's my cat.
His answer was like a punishment for us, exactly if he had kept the balls for the tennis match, burned the vespa and cut the tail of Tony.
My neighbour added:
- She was punished. She was meowing so loud so I put her outside.
That was I was saying, Tony and me were punished.
lundi 23 février 2009
you've seen it all before
this is the way we walk home. my hands nearly froze off of my arms when i was taking these pictures. the house is less warm when i return. i look at frida, she meows. i read my book, then go to bed.
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