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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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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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journalfeels like home {2}

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I’ve been home for a couple of days now and it feels good to spend some time with summer again. reading magazines and books by the sea. having fun with friends. going through piles of pictures.

it feels so quiet and relaxing. who knew you could have the best holidays at home? however, I’m quite looking forward to going back to my other home where I plan to paint my room white and decorate it like there is no tomorrow.

what’s your weekend going to feel like?

ps. yes, I couldn’t help but photograph this little monster again. I love him so. and in fact, I even snapped his portrait with my pentax too!

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journallost and found {5}

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I seem to have lost myself somewhere lately. in between work and – perhaps more significantly – devotion to the one person I thought I loved.

but as I got a roll of film developped for the first time in weeks, I coincidentally found myself again.

and I feel happy. as happy as if a warm summer breeeze would brush the sand of a wild beach and I could hear the sound of the rolling waves. I miss the ocean. so I drink a lot of water to make up for it.

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journalher {3}

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she writes beautiful words. she has the one smile. she is the funniest person I have ever met. she dances until the sun comes down.

she is my sister. and I love her more than letters can say.

she’s a diamond. and I’m damn lucky to hang out with her.

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journaldans l’herbe {6}

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no matter how eager I am to go back to London, I must admit I’m quite enjoying the quiet moments I spend here.

my flight was supposed to leave early this morning, and now I won’t be able to catch a train for England before this wednesday.

in the meantime, I’m clearly hanging out with the coolest kid ever: peanut. we’re both lying in the grass and monkeying around.

wounds seem to heal nicely this way. and it feels good to painlessly breath again without the tears.

how lazily are you spending your Sunday?

ps. I have three rolls of film waiting to be developed. it’s going to be fun.

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journaloff the map {6}

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a lot has happened lately. in fact, it’s been a lot more than I can handle. so I decided to take a week off and fly to France.

I’m now ready to go back to London for more exciting adventures. at least, that’s what I want to be thinking.

for now, I’ll just stick to this and pretend I actually feel like smiling about it all.

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