jeudi 18 juin 2009

May be this has just been a weird Mirage
And everything had been the same




It was not a night, not the day nor the morning, it was not hot, nether cold, nether in the 70's, nether that day...


so hot was it, that day?


Or some dying roses

trying to get some freshness...


Some sleeping lady by a pool?


Overthere too...
But what would be behind the trees?


Strangely,more the light was showing,
more it looked like we were in the 70's


It seemed like shadows were disappearing,
and the city allowed us to see some of her nice lingery...


...

And the Parisian landscape started to show up


So i decided to switch the parisian light on,
so we could see more...


the parisians were all dressed in white for some reason
and they were enjoying it.
It was very dark though


The Other night
that i was walking down the parisian streets,




lundi 8 juin 2009



and everything became quiet again. May be too quiet...

But hopefully, Jesus arrived.

because they gathered that the all world started to fall apart

Some others were hiding themselves from the horror.

out of control...
and then,
Some started get really suspicious


... some of my friends got really scared



We were all having a cup of tea when suddenly...

It was supposed to be a quiet afternoon...

dimanche 7 juin 2009

This morning, Lucile called me, she was at Gare du Nord, she made my day... xoxo
et voilà

they drink

so they try to smile


so people don't need to hide anymore



everything is getting more sweet


Sometimes in Paris...




But there is a time, we have to leave...

at the minewhile, in front of their condo..

they do some gardening, he is pretty good at it...



When she is not cooking, with her boyfriend


Obviously we don't eat this kinda shit when we go at Victoire's


So we can't see inside the plate because it's all eaten very quickely


Victoire, she cooks really well


I really like her new kitchen


i was missing my best friend



I took a very fast train, so fast that my eyes couldn't see well

so i though it was time to go.
One day this was boring to me,
This is my mum

This is my Dad
And we like to keep these things

i like to buy useless things, put it on a table and photograph it


this is my green paradise