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.)

A Plea

really !

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.

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!

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.

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.

The Flirt Between The Jam & The Sleeve

Jam is a permanent threat for white sleeves wearers, like me, in early morning.
The coldness of this picture makes me dream about strange surgery. A breakfast anatomy.
I prefer thousands lipstick marks on ma collar than one stain of jam.
And it's not Marky Mark who will disagree.

hideaway

i know a place where we can go. the grass is really green there. and if we don't like the neighbors, we could leave.

i can pretend

like a dream

storm king in the fall. brown leaves were everywhere. a stone spoke to you and you shared its language with me. we rode the trolley with the old people and quickly realized our mistake. it started raining and didn't stop for a very, very long time.

(this little tree is just like the ones we saw at the museum of art and design. truly truly amazing).

there, feel better?

(image from yuken teruya)

Like A Nightmare

I woke up this morning with a troubled view due to a little sickness.
And here on the picture is the view I have from my bathroom (hum, not proud about) but seen by the big glass cubes we found in the 30's in Miami by instance, and I have as a window there.
I have the impression that this vision was mine all day long, and without the help of those big glass cubes (I don't live in my bathroom) (but if I could live in a bathtub I wouldn't hesitate a sec!).

a letter to my couch

i love you. frida loves you. and, i hate to break it to you-but we have become way too close during the past week, what with the flu and all. so, i think i just need a little space. it's not you, it's me. promise.

white and black

just in between white and black is grey-a color i admire for it's non-commitment to distinction.

And You Too

And your coffee too.

Yep. A French Press Coffee without you is something unusual, and I don't want it changes.
So, what can I do ? Listenning Sensual Seduction, moving my shoulders as you do, doing a manucure and asking for myself some silly questions about the neighbourhood, ...
...but, definitely, everything don't have the same taste alone.

Yeah, coffee has no taste this morning.

Emotionnal Pictures Contest

Now
I
know
you
gonna
have
a
crush
for me.

my new day

today is the perfect day for a walk in central park. i'm going to do it with style like diane weist in 'hannah and her sisters'. good to keep up appearances. i've painted my nails red, oh, and the lipstick is on too.

Hello Saint Joseph? Is God There?

You will probably smile when you will think there is a candle which is burning for you in a small church, in a small country, so faraway.
Ok, let's be serious,
Saint-Joseph told me the God Administration is working hard for you now, and for the success you deserve.
(Easy talk with Joseph, you just put a coin in a little box, and you get the connection).

So, shut up everybody, let's pray now.

- ...

By Any Means Possible - Part 2

Watch out Tiffany!

The next flight to Paris passes by your office tonight!

this is not a lie

the space between two buildings exists. (almost touching but not.) and wrong numbers to people called when there is an emergency.

hairbrushes exist also. but don't bother telling me that.

An Ordinary Night In Paris

I love them and their universe.
The Selby needs them.

Hemingway

Hemingway reappears in my life. I've been thinking about him again.

Have you run into him lately?

(Not lunching at the Georges, of course. But maybe tying his shoelace, or peeing in the snow?)

sunday, sunday, sunday

It's not that a pink scarf in some dirt makes me think of you, but it kinda does (I don't love you any less, perhaps more than ever actually).

(the funny contest continues, and did you know i began a new one? i love all of your beautiful fenetre photographs, so i made one myself. benj-? tiff-1)

Ouais, cool !

I met this afternoon a really nice bird and his buddy. Both are great, the first one is playing music while the second is repairing shoes and making keys. This charming team works in the old 5th district of Paris, and since a long time, according the whistles between them (it makes me think about another great team I know, at the office of my fiancée).
After few words exchanged with the man, I talked to the animal (I am always more confortable with animals). I asked him if he was recognizing one of his faraway cousins from America while I was putting the feather of my hat under his eyes.

He seemed amused by my question and said (true!), "ouais, cool!".

oh hey, backyard bill

Backyard Bill, thanks for working your magic. If only life really looked like your photographs.

Paris Ou La Belle Vie

Feet are like sunflowers, they look for warmness.
Mine are really cool now, but I know some feet, faraway, who should get such a good treatment.
There is no bad feet, smelly feet or dry feet neither. All feet can be rescued!

EVEry FrencH GUy CaN DO ThAT Ah aH !!

Small Apartment

You talk to me about a small apartment. And my dad says you have to maintain some sense of mystery. I can't help it that the bathroom is in the kitchen is in the living room is in the bedroom. I think it means I love you.

How I Also Saw You This Morning

As somebody blessed by the early sun.
And beloved by my eyes.

Ca va être une belle journée.

Ce Matin

Ce matin,
I saw Paris by Your eyes.
But with My heart.

I lend you my eyes when you want,
And you give me your hand to write something more interresting than this, okay?

Good deal isn't it?

Another thing we agree on

It's a solid foundation for a relationship: degree of crispiness.

(Image from Flickr--titled Wall of Bacon)

Address Book

I remember the addresses of the homes I have lived in. It's a little game my mom and I like to play together sometimes. "12172 Parkview Lane!" (no park in site) "634 Overhill Drive!" (we lived at the bottom of the hill) "427 Downing Street" (nothing funny to say about that one). She's better with numbers than I, and always wins at Yahtzee (and probably the address game too).

(images via Band of Outsiders)

If Bob Had Said It