“I guess life is like learning to swim and then swimming across the ocean, you should die in the middle of trying to go further, and further.
And further…” En savoir plus
Tag: writing
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
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
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)
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 