posts from seaside


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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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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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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inspirationtake me there {4}

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(image by Jen Gotch)

yesterday night, I left work early. around eight pm.

I slipped into bed, turned on my laptop, and browsed the internet looking for some new inspiring blogs.

I even found some old favourites back, like pictures and pancakes and my polaroid blog. instant crush, I don’t know how I manage to keep on living after incidentally deleting all the feeds from my reader.

do you have any blog recommendations? I’m looking for people with a passion for food and analogue photography.

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journalpromenade {2}

velo

chemin

vaches

cabane

fleurs

fort lapointe

escargot

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yesterday I went on a bike promenade across the marais [morass (?)]. with my camera and enough water to keep on riding for a solid hour.

I took a little path, met some cows and a pretty escargot [snail]. at the end of the road sat a small fortress. I really wish I had the keys because it looked pretty pretty.

as soon as I got back home, I couldn’t wait to edit the pictures I had just taken. I just wanted to give them an old film look. this is usually not something I’m in love with – I heart film too much to produce fakes -, but this time, I felt like experiencing.

I must admit I’m smitten with how these turn out. so smitten in fact, that I’ve put up a sweet how-to together. nothing fancy, just a couple of comparison shots. and a link to the greatest analog-like picture creator software.

now, I’m going to make the most of the short (not so) sunny interval by going for a walk with my little sister. this time it’s going to be about house spying.

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journalbienvenue à bord {3}

petit navire

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you know how I keep comparing my bed to a small wooden raft made cosy thanks to layers of gorgeous and colourful fabric?

well, I’ve decided I want this journal to be just as comfortable.

new name. new colours (blue stole my heart). and probably, slightly new content. I hope you like it. do tell me what you think (your opinion always seems to be appropriate, and it makes me the happiest girl ever to know how you feel like).

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food, journalthree days. {2}

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day one. I saw the sea from the train that took me to my grand-parents’ house, a short thousand kilometres away from where I live all year round.

day two. I made the ultimate chocolate fondant with my favourite person ever, Sindri, my eight-year-old cousin who I get to have awesome talks and crazy fun with.

day three. I wrote and drew on record cards. and it feels good. especially when you know I set up my office at the back of the garden so I could: a. enjoy the pretty flowers, and b. get the internet connection from the neighbours.

xx fanny

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inspiration, journalI come down in your room {comments closed}

three things that made me smile today.

• hanging out with him at our favourite coffee shop, talking about dreams over an iced moka – for me – and a banana and chocolate milkshake – for him.

•• dreams. moving to london? this cute bag we spotted on our way to the car definitely felt like a secret message.

••• baking a soft and crumbly apricot cake. our apricot tree has given us so many fruits this year, we don’t know what to do with them. luckily, the weather got dark, which meant no-beach time, let’s do some patisserie!

three places I love today.

• whispering in your ear under a tepee.

•• jumping high in the air with friends.

••• hiding in a lighthouse.

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inspiration, journalthink less but see it grow {comments closed}

it’s been two weeks since I got back from Corsica. as you might imagine it was dreamy. we ate tons of good food, drank heaps of tasty red wine and had fun*fun.

nothing could have made me any happier. truly the perfect trip.

• I mean just look at the sweet sandcastle we built.

•• I just can’t stop smiling every time I look at this picture. damn good mojitos we made on our last night. but we had to cut the bottom off plastic bottles to make up for the tall glasses we didn’t think of bringing along with us. oh camping!

••• phoenix’s latest album followed us around. definitely my favourite piece of music since bloc party’s intimacy.

•••• and just because that something we all wish for, I had to mention this painting by mike. totally appropriate. you do make me wish I had a time machine.

can’t wait to share more finds I made. xx

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