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journalnothing at all {4}

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one picture that tells a story about my morning. the snow, the smallest apples, a tree. I love when this happens. a cluster of happiness. of moments.

one picture that shows a problem I’ve been having with my minolta instant pro. whenever I shoot without flash, the shutter speed is too long, even in good light conditions. I don’t know how to fix this. and it makes me sad inside. so please tell me

one picture that reminds me about the smell of rain. two strangers suspended in time. they need more. I need to write more.

esther. wow thank you. I really like your work so you couldn’t make me happier. and no need to be jealous at all.

sabine. thank you. have a lovely holiday. x

madeleine. I really think that it’s safer for us to try and escape the reality from time to time. daydream is what keeps me – and I suspect, us – going.

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journalcotton {3}

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they say it’s going to snow this week. golden avenues will turn into cotton.

now, I just keep my fingers crossed, wearing a thick wool hat and warm boots. ready for the magic to happen.


anne-laure. j’adore la notion de se creer une sorte de vie paralelle ou seuls les moments precieux sont conserves.

esther. it’s somtimes difficult to see what others can see in my writing and pictures. for me, they act as a reminder of that little secret corner of my life that I love so much.

kristina. and it was indeed like a dream. we were forced not to leave tips according to the japanese custom. but the warmth of the place and the fact that the waiter kept refilling our cups with hot tea felt perfect.

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journala pattern {10}

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lately, I’ve noticed how things have started to settle down into a pattern.

one that feels beautiful and soothing. just like a hot latte does – whether it is matcha or coffee.

because, by all accounts, details like this do not matter. the smell of rain, the dreams we have, the taste of wild salmon. those are the only things we should think about.

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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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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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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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journalinfinity {3}

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an early summer day. we were lying in the sun. surrounded by pretty flowers. and he said, I could die here right now. and I secretly thought the same.

now, a couple of weeks later, I’m left alone with my fears. so many of them. paralysing me. I thought there was no such thins as fearing your own fears, but I’ve been proven wrong.

there is this thing I really want to make happen. instead, I stay nestled in my very own fortress. hiding from the rest of the world.

this is about to change. I’m off to work on the business plan. wish me luck. x

ps. the picture above is very much like an accidental and genuine polaroid quote (minus the polaroid part, that is).

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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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