my name on a car

Dans le Marais. Une parisienne d'adoption de 25 ans passionnée par trop de choses...

“It is interesting that Holly, like Augie March or Salinger’s Holden Caulfield, is a rebel from society, one who “couldn’t bear to see anything in a cage.” And while Augie and Holden are as different from Holly as they are from each other, there is more than a hint that they form a part of a solid literary phalanx of spiritual non-conformists, of yea-saying rebels whose off-center vision, whose unflagging but unorthodox sense of rightness alienates them from society. Outlawed or not, Holly, like Augie, Holden and any number of other heroes in contemporary fiction, remains the vestigial moral consciousness of a society alarmed by everything but indifference.”

—    Paul Levine, from his Fall 1959 Georgia Review review of Truman Capote’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s (via thegeorgiareview)

You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are?

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You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

New year, fresh start.
Bonjour 2014 

3 days, 3 cities : Wokingham, London, Cardiff (november 2013)

How do you think it feels…
RIP Lou Reed (03/02/1942 - 10/27/2013)
Photographed by Stephen Shore at the Factory in 1968

How do you think it feels…

RIP Lou Reed (03/02/1942 - 10/27/2013)

Photographed by Stephen Shore at the Factory in 1968

Phoenix, Versailles, Giuseppe Penone : what else ?

Rome éternelle, fantômes de l’Angleterre victorienne. Keats, Byron et pâtisseries au Caffé Greco

La Rome éternelle, grande bellezza et somptuosité des palais abandonnés (août 2013)

Escapade à Rome (août 2013)

"Qu’est ce que Rome ? (…) c’est un visage réconfortant. Réconfortant, parce que Rome vous permet toute sorte de spéculation, verticalement. Rome est une ville horizontale, d’eau et de terre, étendue, et c’est donc la plateforme idéale pour des vols fantastiques. Les intellectuels, les artistes, qui vivent toujours dans un état de friction entre deux dimensions différentes – la réalité et la fantaisie – trouvent là l’impulsion appropriée et libératrice pour leur activité mentale : avec le réconfort d’un cordon ombilical qui les tient solidement attachés au concret. Puisque Rome est une mère, et est la mère idéale, parce qu’indifférente. C’est une mère qui a trop d’enfants et qui, ne pouvant s’occuper de chacun, ne vous demande rien, n’attend rien de vous. Elle vous accueille quand vous venez, vous laisse aller quand vous partez, comme le tribunal de Kafka. En cela il y a une sagesse très ancienne, africaine presque ; préhistorique. On sait que Rome est une ville chargée d’histoire, mais son charme vient justement de ce quelque chose de préhistorique, d’originel qui apparaît nettement dans certaines de ses perspectives illimitées et désolées, dans certaines ruines qui semblent des fossiles, osseux comme des squelettes de mammouth…

Federico Fellini

Photographie volée : Anna Karina et Jean-Luc Godard

In the waves I’ve lost every trace of you. Where are you?

Journée à Deauville - Trouville : ballade estivale sur la plage et rêve éveillé.

Le printemps s’est enfin installé et la vie étudiante se volatilise. Bonjour vie active, sois indulgente

Back when everything was simpler : “If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it

Gene Wilder, Pure Imagination (Willy Wonka & the chocolate factory, 1971)

This is the end, my only friend, the end, of everything that stands. The end of laughter and soft lies, the end of nights we tried to die, this is the end.
RIP Ray Manzarek (02.12.1939 - 05.20.2013), you were one of the great ones

This is the end, my only friend, the end, of everything that stands. The end of laughter and soft lies, the end of nights we tried to die, this is the end.

RIP Ray Manzarek (02.12.1939 - 05.20.2013), you were one of the great ones

“It was one of those tragic loves doomed for lack of money, and one day the girl closed it out on the basis of common sense. During a long summer of despair I wrote a novel instead of letters, so it came out all right, but it came out all right for a different person. The man with the jingle of money in his pocket who married the girl a year later would always cherish an abiding distrust, an animosity, toward the leisure class—not the conviction of a revolutionist but the smouldering hatred of a peasant. In the years since then I have never been able to stop wondering where my friends’ money came from, nor to stop thinking that at one time a sort of droit de seigneur might have been exercised to give one of them my girl.”

—   F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Handle with care", 1936