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food, journalmeant to be {comments closed}

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on my corner of the earth, there is no such thing as being too busy seeing the world through a polaroid camera. I miss it here. see you after christmas.


Cathy, thank you. warm – and waterproof – boots are a must around here. x

thank you Amanda. it’s not alwasy easy to see the beautiful thing around us when we live so fast. but sometimes, it feels good to slow down, doesn’t it?

Sabine. thanks for the kind wishes. I will keep my fingers crossed and my hands tied to the computer for a more efficient writing that it is right now.

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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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uncategorisedunintentionally {one}

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a squash pretends to be an acorn. the pavement hides underneath a thick carpet of golden leaves. some chestnuts tarts are being made.

a collection of small happenings that – unintentionally – celebrate the new season.

it’s been one of those days today. a day where the only camera worth photographing with rhymes with impossible and the only music worth listening to involves raindrops.

tomorrow, I’m back to work. with too many side-projects in mind. projects like gathering foliage for an herbarium, finishing my application to the awards of excellence, photographing what surrounds me, writing love lettres, finding the perfect coat, or creating pâtisserie e-courses for foodbeam.

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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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food, journalfirst times {one}

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today was my first time with many things.

one. I shared pictures of my work at the Capital Hotel on foodbeam.
two. I heard the thunder and saw lightnings through my window.
three. I took a walk at six pm and the sun was still shining.

I’m now off to make peanut butter fudge. yes, I totally watched the delicious miss Dahl and found her so lovely. I love the vintage feel of it.

as a side note, I’ve really been wanting to turn my too-many-blogs into one. well, it’s just a thought.

ps. London’s weather will never cease to surprise me. storm and then sun?

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food, journaldays {one}

pumpkins

pumpkin pie

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my boyfriend made a pumpkin pie with me this past week end (by the way, cheers to the great hard drive revival).

he didn’t like it. sad. I loved it. happy.

have a pretty week end. xx

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inspiration0009 {comments closed}

0001/ camilla’s beautiful ceramics.

0002/ tepees.

0003/ sophie.

0004/ fashion illustrations.

0005/ megan’s beautiful foodblog.

0006/ black and white buildings.

0007/ ez’ pretty shop.

0008/ drive me home.

0009/ the beach.

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I went away for a long time. apparently. and I missed it here. sure I still collected pretty images on my much-loved tumblr blog, but things just don’t seem right when I don’t post here.

but now I’m back – at least for today – with a different kind of post. and trust me, it’s pretty hard for the uniformity-freak that I am not to style this the same way I usually do. I guess the fact that I’m slightly tired with a cold and probably an emotionnal wreck from a recent break-up might have to do with this sudden routine-bashing.
edit: so hard in fact that I had to change the way it looked. I might be healing faster that I thought I would (I totally went against my maniac-ness though. nine images; not ten. big huge step!).

lately, I’ve felt overly inspired, and in need for constant inspiration. here is my top nine, in random order.

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food, journalparalyse me, with your kiss {comments closed}

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earling morning. it’s still dark outdoor, and I’m home. the wind smells like summer, and I’m dying to see the sun rise.

pretty days make me feel livest than alive. just like my job does. love. xo.

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food, journalliquid honey {comments closed}

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aside from the many cakes/entremets/tarts I made at work today and the one little loaf cake I made at home, I spent most of my day sleeping, so did Pirate the cat.

cosily nested on my tummmy, around my neck, on my chest, around my arm… we looked like twins – except he snores a lot and I don’t. then I woke up for a cup of tea; and Pirate munched on some meat. good lazy times.

I guess I must have been really tired, because I got affected by the silliest story of all times. V. posted a picture of mine without giving credit. a picture I’m deeply fond of. and she wouldn’t publish or answer to my comments.
and damn, this made me sad.

but I have the feeling that after all this Pirate napping and cuddling and snoring, I don’t really mind anymore. I’m now off to browse my favourite internet reads to find pretty images to print out for my new inspiration wall.

update: dear friends, from now on, I shall tell you to get the sleep you need. it’ll avoid unnecesary and pointless drama. thanks V. for being so kind and understanding. xx

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