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journalthankful {2}

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at times, things get in the way. things like drinking bubble tea, becoming a better pastry chef, and photographing golden leaves.

and trust me when I say it’s for the best. I love autumn. especially when the air is so crisp it makes us forget how warm the sun was a couple of months ago.

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journallost in the sun {2}

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a walk at the park. a dropped camera. an opened cover. three pictures.

today my latest roll of film got lost in the sun. and so did I. it’s now certain: I love autumn, and everything that it means to me.

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journala year {2}

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it’s too easy to let life consume our dreams. so whenever I feel overwhelmed I go for a walk.

beautiful music, sunshine in my eyes, fresh wind, a camera – or two – to seize the moment. as a reminder of why things have to be as such and why I have to slow down every now and then.

only to be ready again for more adventures and fun times.

in fact, after wandering through my neighbourhood this afternoon, my mind feels crisp – perhaps not as much as the air – but I’m finally embracing autumn – for good this time. orange leaves and early sunsets are my new favourites.

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journalwhere it needs to be {one}

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it’s not that I don’t love to ride my bike under a rain so thick it drenches me to the bones, but right now, if I had to make one wish it would be to take a road trip to fouras, hang out with my grand-mother – who clearly is the coolest kid to be around – and sip through a sirop d’orgeat.

what your top-three things to do?

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journalsheepskin and coffee {2}

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this year – much unlike what I might have felt before – I thought I would never be ready for autumn and winter. and after a brutal transition from sun and drinks at a café terrace to crisp-cold and latte in a blanket, I didn’t tame the feeling.

luckily, the beautiful things that surround me might help.

things like seeing the first pumpkins at the farmers market, reading Paul’s magazine, sitting on a cosy sheepskin, gazing at the trees lovely colour, eating breakfast for dinner, or drinking coffee in a warm place – to the sound of raindrops hitting the window – with a Murakami novel.

in the end, it all seems evident.

what are your favourite things about autumn that should make me love this season again?

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food, journalle goûter {5}

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sometimes, I just want to stop shaving my legs, pack my cameras into a backpack and put a warm chilean hat on. I would escape to a place I’ve never been to and open my eyes. I would live on water and figs.

some other times, I just want to share a slice of cake with my friends. for le goûter. sat down on some rock stairs, we would laugh a bit too much and talk for hours about our dreams.

right now, I have two dreams. the first one is stated above. and the second one would be to open a patisserie in a small village of the south of France.

what are your dreams?

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journalà bientôt {2}

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a list for this monday.

find that 50mm lens I’ve lost.
say goodbye. see you soon home.
fly to london.
take those two rolls of film to develop.
hang the new – and very pretty – curtains my mum made for me.
stop being obsessed with this little monster.
write on foodbeam.
look at my flickr favourites.

what is your very own list for today?

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journallike home {comments closed}

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my kind of place feels like home. a space where time stops and sun makes your skin warm.

I would ride my bike to the closest beach and sit here for ages with a big glass bottle filled with café crème and a moleskine.

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food, journalinstant like {3}

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inspired by Marthe, I put together a short list of current likes. in random order.

a large mug of cafe latte.
the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
a collection of things.
my favourite face in the entire world.
growing plants, preferably edible.
the elegance of the hedgehog.
a blank moleskine, waiting to be filled.
going mushroom picking.
a walk to the tate modern.
or even better, a bike ride.
spending time with a friend who draws beautifully.
an old pentax me super.
making a lemon meringue tart for the people I love.
a glass of sirop d’orgeat, possibly with a pink straw.
welcoming autumn. slowly.
a good song. from bloc party, nada surf, snow patrol or air.

what do you like the most right now?

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journalsous la pluie {one}

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two friends. a damn rainy day. we venture to a vide-grenier. only to end up wet to the bones, with arms full of vintage things.

as soon as we got home, we could help but arrange them on a small table. we were so thrilled.

and then, we made an apple and cinnamon strudel. in the end, rainy days make for the best days ever.

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