Archive | September, 2010

Street Kiss

29 Sep

Headless couple, kissing in a corner, where their path split.
Their Intimacy preserved by the white indifference of the street.


Life is Winking at Me Yellow.

27 Sep

A hop at the Laundry this evening. i mean.. a hop.. one has to sit there for an hour, movie style, but unlike in movies, where there has to be a hot guy coming in, i was sitting next to an old man and then nobody, and the place was rather gloomy. But gloomy in A retro pop kind of way. and i like retro pop. So i started taking pictures from the bench i was sitting on. And that’s when i realized how similar to yesterday’s post those pictures were. Life is sending me yellow messages. Yellow like the sun that is no more. So it’s winking yellow at me to compensate.

Train of Thoughts

27 Sep

If my thoughts were to ever to ride a train but a scooter it would look like this for sure.
(Besides the fact that it would never stop).

Morning Insouciance

25 Sep

Last night i came back from work early today morning.. Such have been my days recently, and there are two more lined up before a break. Days where night and day merge to make one. But this morning, my watch stopped at 10.30am, which allowed me to sleep back again and again with no sense of guilt.. Life brings you such insignificant gifts, i cherish them.

Then i stepped out. And i walked on a packet that had been carefully placed under the doormat while i slept. I’m waiting to open it. Subtle surprise to my feet and heart. Bliss.

Trois P’tits Tours et puis S’en Vont..

25 Sep

Pigeons are the Rats of Paris.

Feathery WIngs and Tearful Kings,
Dancing hand in hand,
Reckless Dance of a Fearful Dream.

Things that Saw me pass by and Wonder.

23 Sep

Days are warm and so my heart is, wandering till my feet bleed.. the city is cold some say, but so far i ain’t feelin’ it, and high noses are being ignored.

At the pub, i see the POsh-club getting drunk.. let me tell you that the Rich aren’t any better there: expensive alcohol does not make smarter drunks. Prada, Vuitton and Gucci, walking-in in all their glory, walk out the door in a certain state.. of misery.

Tastes & Sights

18 Sep

So it’s been 2 weeks that i moved in to PAris, i’ve discovered things, opened my eyes wide, met nice people and snobbish ones too.. Also found a new job, which means: learning to pour/serve/recognize/sell pints of beer, sleep very early (morning), wake up early (afternoon)..

A new life has begun, and i thought that i’d rather share some visual clues gathered along the way to give you a taste and feel of things i’ve liked..

New Skin (#1)

15 Sep

So i’ve already started to enjoy new ways to buy clothes in Paris, buying second-hand and or vintage stuff through people.. and it ended up being a great way to meet great people!! Well, at least that’s how i ended up meeting two cool girlies and get myself some stylish new/old skins ..

more bellow

Paris, Sweet Home

9 Sep

So here i am, settling down in Paris, in a room that feels so much like mine already, although i have to re-learn everything. A new life taking place in eighteen lovely square meters of Island, seven floors above the earth – the perfect height to imagine how much there is to do, see, walk, meet and discover..

Queen of the Attic, i watch Paris wake up and go to sleep, knowing at first every morning if Paris will be gloomy or happy. I will be happy for sure..

** no definite net connection at home yet, posting this from a library.. hoping to post more stuff soonly!

Bleached Look and New Ink

3 Sep

As if, the poetry poetry that lies deep down my head, had to rise up and fall on my skin.
Nous sommes fait de la meme matiere que les reves… WS.