“That moon, I don’t normally look up but that night I saw it clearly with my whole being, shivering inside from the existential split between the chaotic carpe diem and my innate principal of order and harmony….” En savoir plus
Tag: parisian life
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
Imagined Paris 