Inspires me

"It was the best of times. It was the worst of times."

That's how I feel about my 20s. I don't mean to be [riding] a dead horse but I just wanted to say it. It's the time you taste the sweetness of what's allowed just because technically, you're an adult. I remember saying many times "I'm an adult." Not that I believed it. It was also the period when I doubted myself most, disappointed myself most, was disappointed by others most and lost most. But my biggest loss, was that of ideal and therein my naivety. I don't think there's anything ideal about existence: soul mate, love, job, address. It is what it is. And for me, the things that are really important are things I spent my whole life dreaming about, waiting to happen. I think this is what adulthood is: licence to honour one's dreams and honour the potential of one's true self. I'm excited about this new decade and it inspires me. It inspires me just as these fruit trays do and this article I read here makes me feel the raw edge of a million flickering butterflies, had my hairs standing on end. This man, owns my respect. I cannot see what's more exciting than working on what is your dream.

Have a great weekend.
Bises. Xx

Un petit goûter

Pain du chocolat aux amandes
and a ray of sunshine, decadence.

It's about time

... I try to break in my new pair of Oxford.

An end to procrastination, getting practical

After sitting on the fridge for nearly two months, I pushed hesitation aside and got the Kindle sorted. I must admit, not a bad experience at all! Novel, definitely! As Pip would say, "Don't knock it till you've tried it!"

Sooooo, what's it like? I'd say it's like a toss up between a movie and a book. Inherently similar, yet different, non-conflicting experiences in their own right.

The rest is still unwritten

Cannot believe there was a time when I couldn't do this. What you don't learn in 30yrs, you learn in an hour. April 2, I got this!

The rest is still unwritten.

Thirty Awesome

It's officially April of the year I turn thirty. I'm owning this month of 30 days with all egoism. Thirty days, thirty novelties, no apologies.

For starters, the Nantes carnival with Beth and Colin, snakebite, cotton candy and lots of confetti in my hair.

Spring, you inspire me.

You are the real artist. We can only try to copy you.

Vive la diversité!

Romanian. Jamaican. Russian.
Diversity: capital asset, wonder of the 21st century. Now we're talking!

Flash in NANTES!!!!

Flash and Resd Stripe in Nantes!!!

-13°C, Siberian winter

I'm not crying on purpose.

BoW Burrito Party

It's been a month since Black or White has left the scene and ended my weekly burrito indulgence. Just as I began thinking scandalously outloud that there was nothing I wouldn't do for one of Kimberly's oh so decadent burritos, she saves the year and organises a Burrito Party!

Goodbye, Jula. Hello, Castel Rouge!

Bonne route, notre petite allemande. Bisou.

"I can't believe that's _____%!" - Jula.

Saturday Morning Market

The Market Goes Away...

... Place Graslin returns and winter REALLY begins!

A question of honour

Could you not download or make copies of my images, please? Could you do that? Please?

Thanks.

Coeur de Lion

Absolutely addicted to this Cœur de Lion Camembert cheese! Left it in the fridge and when I got back to the appart, I had to ask: "Did something die in here?" Seriously, you have to have a lion's heart to eat it, lol. Sooo stink, but sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good!