In the small shop in the front blue, he gave me a necklace with some * tiny transparent stones barely pink and white flower. Both vendors and their friends, who was preparing to dine in Hossegor, have all nodded to the side and let out a sigh moved. He thought it was a bit much anyway. With the collar, there was a small pouch inscribed with what could be a summary of the last times. Little things make
big days.
This year I looked Biarritz through both instant cameras following me everywhere, even if it was heavy and it was hot, even if it led to having two bags while the first is already completed (one black Moleskine diary, notebook for travel notes, drawings and collages, a wallet, card holder, leather-lined blue Liberty, a Swedish kit bought in Paris in winter and heavy color pencils purchased in Vienna, a pen Multi-mines and two Japanese navy blue and green felt of water, lip balm and lemon carrot, another Norwegian who has proven, sunglasses, a novel in progress **, a packet of tissues, and sometimes a pair of shoes in a bag). And were caught in a generalized excitation disappearance of the sun above the beach of the Basques, a hand stirring a straw in a glass of mojito drinking at the water's edge, a node in a neck, an Italian ice in Returning from the beach, a breakfast Miremont (their toast very thick grilled, buttered and jammy with raspberry dipped in hot chocolate is a delicious way to start the day) or the Grande Plage way Martin Parr with a Polaroid vintage red button or a Lomo complemented by its own Board of instant development. Some black and white photographs seem to have been taken in the early 30s.
I wanted to photograph everything.
Daho's Song by chance in a pottery workshop. Joy
morning, tireless, when the shutters go up on the balcony, seeing the sky light on the waves that kissed the sharp rocks yet.
The good mood of the regulars who gathered around the counter of my favorite place to start the evening with a freshly squeezed orange juice and a glass of wine, all with divine tapas.
Solitude concentrated the boy lying on her towel with a novel in GF Flammarion, which made him frown eyebrows. The taste of ice
midnight oceanfront.
His hair brown.
rather touching awkwardness of the medical student who prepared my pancake chocolate (who has tried my dress).
The curious eye of a bookseller.
The voice of a friend when it is hot but there is still the wind at the beach, you hear?
Owls holidays.
* Just as I avoid everything up (for modesty and shyness), I never wear jewelry, except the ring bought three years ago in an antique now, in early summer. The purchase of this necklace is thus a micro-event. ** Other
list : Ten pounds for the luggage
The fate of Mr Crump Ludwig Lewisohn
Ten o'clock in the evening in the summer of Marguerite Duras
roman à clef of Alizée Meurisse (bought because of the phrase on the back cover I have a weakness for chocolate cookies , devoured and loved)
Peter Stamm Agnes (or Seven years the same author)
wildly Francoise Sagan
In of Mirth by Edith Wharton
Correspondence Simone de Beauvoir / Jacques-Laurent Bost
Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser
W or the Memory of Childhood by Georges Perec (although I know from experience that nothing beats reading life manual in Roman Holiday)
you going already? My life with Harold Pinter and Antonia Fraser (which annoys me tremendously-I was on the verge of tearing the pages, but I like it when even the stories about the doubts of Pinter and Samuel Beckett appearances) (c is the author of the biography of Marie-Antoinnette that inspired Sofia Coppola, who knew how to make one of my favorite works when it comes to teens)
And then the classics that go with the lemonade: Proust, Flaubert (I just Sentimental Education in my bag with books to A balcony in the forest of Gracq), Tolstoy and my dear Sylvia Plath.
And books for teens to pretty cover, My autumn in Kyoto Karine Reysset, Four sisters Malika Ferdjoukh, England Genevieve Brisac or Fears Design Agnes Desarthe.
And you read anything this summer?
big days.
This year I looked Biarritz through both instant cameras following me everywhere, even if it was heavy and it was hot, even if it led to having two bags while the first is already completed (one black Moleskine diary, notebook for travel notes, drawings and collages, a wallet, card holder, leather-lined blue Liberty, a Swedish kit bought in Paris in winter and heavy color pencils purchased in Vienna, a pen Multi-mines and two Japanese navy blue and green felt of water, lip balm and lemon carrot, another Norwegian who has proven, sunglasses, a novel in progress **, a packet of tissues, and sometimes a pair of shoes in a bag). And were caught in a generalized excitation disappearance of the sun above the beach of the Basques, a hand stirring a straw in a glass of mojito drinking at the water's edge, a node in a neck, an Italian ice in Returning from the beach, a breakfast Miremont (their toast very thick grilled, buttered and jammy with raspberry dipped in hot chocolate is a delicious way to start the day) or the Grande Plage way Martin Parr with a Polaroid vintage red button or a Lomo complemented by its own Board of instant development. Some black and white photographs seem to have been taken in the early 30s.
I wanted to photograph everything.
Daho's Song by chance in a pottery workshop. Joy
morning, tireless, when the shutters go up on the balcony, seeing the sky light on the waves that kissed the sharp rocks yet.
The good mood of the regulars who gathered around the counter of my favorite place to start the evening with a freshly squeezed orange juice and a glass of wine, all with divine tapas.
Solitude concentrated the boy lying on her towel with a novel in GF Flammarion, which made him frown eyebrows. The taste of ice
midnight oceanfront.
His hair brown.
rather touching awkwardness of the medical student who prepared my pancake chocolate (who has tried my dress).
The curious eye of a bookseller.
The voice of a friend when it is hot but there is still the wind at the beach, you hear?
Owls holidays.
* Just as I avoid everything up (for modesty and shyness), I never wear jewelry, except the ring bought three years ago in an antique now, in early summer. The purchase of this necklace is thus a micro-event. ** Other
list : Ten pounds for the luggage
The fate of Mr Crump Ludwig Lewisohn
Ten o'clock in the evening in the summer of Marguerite Duras
roman à clef of Alizée Meurisse (bought because of the phrase on the back cover I have a weakness for chocolate cookies , devoured and loved)
Peter Stamm Agnes (or Seven years the same author)
wildly Francoise Sagan
In of Mirth by Edith Wharton
Correspondence Simone de Beauvoir / Jacques-Laurent Bost
Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser
W or the Memory of Childhood by Georges Perec (although I know from experience that nothing beats reading life manual in Roman Holiday)
you going already? My life with Harold Pinter and Antonia Fraser (which annoys me tremendously-I was on the verge of tearing the pages, but I like it when even the stories about the doubts of Pinter and Samuel Beckett appearances) (c is the author of the biography of Marie-Antoinnette that inspired Sofia Coppola, who knew how to make one of my favorite works when it comes to teens)
And then the classics that go with the lemonade: Proust, Flaubert (I just Sentimental Education in my bag with books to A balcony in the forest of Gracq), Tolstoy and my dear Sylvia Plath.
And books for teens to pretty cover, My autumn in Kyoto Karine Reysset, Four sisters Malika Ferdjoukh, England Genevieve Brisac or Fears Design Agnes Desarthe.
And you read anything this summer?
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