« So, Miss, this ankle of yours…?
- It’s doing a whole lot better, thank you.
- Oh! But it’s not only the ankle… I see that your backside is cracked! Completely, and from top to bottom… »
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« So, Miss, this ankle of yours…?
- It’s doing a whole lot better, thank you.
- Oh! But it’s not only the ankle… I see that your backside is cracked! Completely, and from top to bottom… »
Read MoreThe small Vallon des Auffes won’t be the same without Philippe. My end of Marseille just lost its musician, who had decided to move out to the countryside looking for some peace-of-mind to compose far from the tourists and motherf…
Read MoreBanned from travelling. Banned from pubs, theatres, restaurants and cinemas. Banned the parties, friends and right to assemble. Banned from accompanying our Elders who are dying of solitude.
Read MoreOpen the pools, let us go to the sea and the rivers ! We want to swim ! Since birth, since forever ! Be they fresh, freezing, salt, or warm tropical, long live the streams; in a bathing suit, wetsuit or birthday suit, whatever may suit you!
Read MoreA brilliant idea to stay in shape: travel the mountain roads by bicycle to maintain the kilometer markers. Also a form of biathlon associating effort and precision.
Read MoreFrom the depths of the Earth to which Lovecraft has condemned me for all eternity, only my lips emerge. Bleached by the darkness, petrified over time, they pass for benches where, every so often, young girls come and lounge.
Read MoreIn his garden in Niamey, Antoine dances with Bambi, his gazelle from the Ténéré. Mind the friendly head-butts though, Bambi was no plushie toy. That was twenty years ago.
Read MoreThis very morning, a woefully small group gathers for a final farewell to my father, and to accompany him to the Ixelles cemetery so he may at long last be reunited with his wife Francine…
Read MoreAlone, I write from my bedroom cum study, face-to-face with a windowless wall – a window for what ? Nothing inspiring out there, not the snowflakes nor the birds. And seeing people keep their distance from each other makes me want to drink more than write.
Read MoreHe was born in Ethiopia and nicknamed “the African” by his mates, motorcycle, car and airplane pilots. Today, the world of sport mourns the passing of Hubert Auriol…
Read MoreA relic from a civilization where public notices, like this one at the entrance of the botanical garden in Nantes, were written in refined French.
Read MoreIf you believe in the black cat superstition, then it goes without saying that a white cat is a harbinger of good luck. On this Saint Sylvester’s eve, I’m sending him off to cross your path.
Read MoreAh, Gudula, come and kiss me, and for your Christmas I shall offer you a spitshield, a you-stay-afield-Garfield, a sidewalk to cross over to, so no one approaches you…
Read MoreIskay, Nadia, Maurine, Carole, Peggy, Deborah, where are you ? Those were the days, when the troupe’s dancers allowed a photographer to follow them on stage, backstage, into the dressing rooms and even their home, like Iskay who let me behold the magical ritual of her everyday life.
Read MoreIn Paris, this December 9th, Auguste Vaillant, a worker who wasn’t able to put food on the table for his nine-year-old daughter, throws a bomb into the Chamber of Deputies.
Read MoreIn France, the authorities are authorizing the opening of ski stations but are forbidding the use of ski lifts, authorizing the installation of Lille’s giant Ferris wheel but denying access to it, closing restaurants after having imposed expensive Covid-upgrades.
Read MoreWhat’s the last image of your life “before”? For me, this is the one, somewhere on the road between Bucharest and Budapest with Georges, my architect friend who knows the charms, the scars, the blush and the hopes of each city.
Read MoreVisiting the Fondation Carmignac is a barefoot experience. What a delightful idea ! Our feet harbor such sensitivities. The ground, natural stone, contact with the Earth, awaken us.
Read More« The Leica M ? Just can’t make any sense of it”, wrote me a talented and much-published photographer who is a real pro with the most sophisticated digital SLRs.
Read MoreWhat do Sean Connery, who has just passed away, and Jean-Claude Van Damme have in common? Both owed their ticket to the movies to…bodybuilding!
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