“…I can dream when I’m here, about anything; I just close my eyes, regulate my breathing, sometimes put on some non-jazz music, and see what I want to achieve and I know I’ll achieve it, like all the things I’ve achieved without you since I left you…” (En savoir plus)
Tag: paris writing
It’s been three days….
“It’s been three days since Le Festin Nu, since Katie; I have been busy with one translation deadline after another, mild social events like sports day et cetera, and busy driving around for my duties already. In fact, driving is probably my chance to relax since I got back in the English countryside – ‘tis true!” (En savoir plus)
A skint Parisian and La Coupole
“It is now 1659 and most of the customers have finished their long lunch and left. So everyone, the gentlemen in bowties, comes and say hello to me. I ask why aren’t there paintings anymore on the walls. They say “mais vous êtes le tableau !” Ah, where ever is Picasso when I need him!” … En savoir plus
Je me déguise et je me cache
“In Paris, being alone has become a privilege and staying home is a luxury I cannot always afford. I know it is important to be in touch with the world and keep expanding my connections, but every soul needs some time on its own…” En savoir plus
J’aimerais être seule
“But I never succeed at making something light, let alone plain. Instead, I made serious, sophisticated soup with various spices and ingredients, just like my mother did. It does let me down a bit…” En savoir plus
The magic of Paris
“The whole time I kept saying to these gentlemen how grateful I was to meet them by total chance, and they kept saying it was them who were so grateful. They also said, upon my lines: now we see you, little girl!…” En savoir plus
Paris and I
“Paris, this is a hard time for me to share anything with you as I feel so much less fabulous than only a few days ago. I have a fever and I have to shut all my apartment windows while writing this, keeping you out there in the summer cold…” En savoir plus
Moving in to the unknown
“In to the unknown I moved, or did I? What do we actually know and don’t know anyway? Some things are introduced to our heart without a handshake…” (En savoir plus)
C’est compliqué, c’est organique
“You know my heart is in Montparnasse, sitting by Serge Gainsbourg’s grave, but I can’t just live exactly where my heart is….” (En savoir plus)
Paris, I’m already there!
“The studio is rather poetic and that’s perfect. And who needs a bath in Paris when you can be watched sitting outside drenched anyway…” (En savoir plus)
Paris and (not or) Chanel
“I just lie here being blue, spilling my heart to you – Paris, Paris, comment vas-tu? …” (En savoir plus)
If you miss Paris, change your playlist!
“The drizzle persisted – how I missed a walk in the rain! In the middle of the night, dreaming of a perfect French kiss, or just how painful youth was…” (En savoir plus)
Imagined Paris 