I want to talk about female rage yes rage female not theoretically no not feminist rage no female rage in … More
A bottle of beer smashed on the pavement, while he sat there lighted by a lamp-post, acknowledging no before and … More
Maybe I could never understand the way you love how your heart enclosed after her deceit left only a margin … More
I stumbled through the streets where urine and flowers melt in odour quite like ourselves the eyeliner smirring into eyeshadow … More
He was watching a magnificently clear starry sky, in the pitch dark of a hill at the end of the … More
I was recently asked to write an article about the atmosphere in France during the elections and it struck me … More
… the one thing nobody can take away from you is the freedom to fuck up your life whatever way you … More
Isn’t it funny how we measure our success as travelers in numbers sometimes? How many countries on how many continents, … More
And if I unravel spread my wings like petals of a tangled rose you may say I’m acting heading for … More
I don’t want to follow you blindly follow my path with eyes wide shut as if it was only a … More
Loneliness never felt to me like something experienced at certain moments of aloneness or crowdedness, no matter, it is fundamentally … More
Lyon, France. In the density of city streets the air thickens between the walls of too-close-by houses, walls that cannot … More
I had a dream a few weeks ago that I was dying. My mom leaning over me, saying I had … More
I’m done, I’m over responding with hatred and anger and scorn and fear and cynicism, I’m just done. I choose love, even when that means silence, even when that doesn’t necessarily mean hope.
I’m far more on the non-aggressive side, I’d maybe even call myself a pacifist. Yet, I have those moments when … More
Markets, city markets, where everything that can be offered gathers: food, music, people with their voices, products, bargains, styles, street … More
Willingness to be in touch with integral parts of our personality or our feelings or our lives, refusal to withhold or discard them only in the name of tact, is what for me constitutes grace.
…there is a side where, because of feeling unlimitedly everything in us as it is here and now, we allow the place to touch us in ways it otherwise couldn’t and reveal layers of its own being we’d otherwise ignore.
Because it might be just as inspiring to look back to your used-to-be wish list than it is to always … More
you’ve just had your heart broken in Paris.
it’s a pretty nice place to have your heart broken in, don’t you think?
As much as I can love my new life and all it has given me, I have to accept the fact I excluded myself from the everyday life of most of my closest people.
It’s through them you realize someone’s place in your life, their soul as they say and what this soul can do to you. There’s the beauty and the terror.
There’s a grief and a recovery.
or The list of things that make me happy
Maybe luxury isn’t something we strive for, but something we are surrounded with already.
There’s nothing inherently wrong with being a muse, quite the opposite, to be inspiring is a privilege. Nevertheless, I believe it’s wrong to be reduced to one, to shrink one’s existence to a dependence on the other.
I’m afraid of the threat just as much as I am of our response to it.
There is power, even more importantly there is humanity in embracing fragility and it is there we can sincerely approach and trust others.
The more you go through, the more you can go through.