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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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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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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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journaltwo {one}

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my room is quite a mess. but instead of the planned tidy-up, I ended up staying in bed all day.

listening to beautiful music, looking at some lovely book, writing in my journal, talking to a favourite friend, eating pan-fried gnocchi, and rather evidently, looking at my feet.

the cameras on my bed will have to wait a little before they find a neat place!

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journalpeanut {2}

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it’s been a while since the last hello monday. and to be honest the couple past mondays have been less than great, as in break-up less than great.

but today already feels perfect. I took our bunny peanut into the garden. he just loves being in the grass and eating too many flowers.

later, I will go for lunch on the beach with a new friend, get some new pied-de-poule pants for work, and help my sister on her poetry report.

have a lovely monday, wherever in the world you’re stuck!

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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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journalsixteenth {2}

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the planned unwinding took place sooner than expected as I woke up early this morning only to find myself too sick to go to work.

in between naps, I found the time to take a couple of polaroid pictures, experimenting with this film.
having removed the ND2 filter of the electric eye ages ago, I had to make up for it by using sunglasses. and it’s quite tricky. I need a new filter.

the sound of the shutter had an instant effect on me. it makes me happy. I love film. and polaroid cameras.

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journalimproved {2}

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thanks for all the wishes. you are just so adorable. I wish I could all invite you here, in our small flat, and we could have tea with homemade scones and jam.

this seems highly unlikely to happen, but the least I can do is to show you our latest home improvement: a clouds polaroid heart with our much-loved Habitat analog clock + the gorgeous krakatoa poster from Elisabeth.

x fanny

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journalcome on in {10}

monkey

candles

garland

plates

ikea quilt

bedroom

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Guillaume and I are somewhat settled now. we love our flat, right in the heart of Notting Hill. we already have our favourite pub that makes the best food ever, and serves some damn spicy bloody mary.

instant love.

I also found a job which I really like although it’s far from what I’m used to. think patisserie for rainbow little ponies. the team I work with is fantastic, and I can’t help but feel happy when I walk back home with my fingers stained from touching blue food colouring.

xoxo

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