The horror was for love

I've always been looking for something. I'm a searcher. 

What i seek is love, beauty, magic, knowledge.

Those days i try to find my own path. 

My way of feeling alive.

I have to say i am in love with the beauty of it all, 

the ray of sun on my couch when i drink my coffee, 

the way you look at me when we kiss, 

my blond dreamgirl rosy cheeks when she is walking in the cold. 

The views, the landscapes... 

it all seems so magical.

Moustier Sainte Marie

Musée de la porcelaine 

Blond dreamgirl braids

Blond dreamgirl mausoleo

Nightgown from Lovesigns

Daydream 

La rue de Louis. Hyères.

"The past, you are always looking to the past. You won't find me here."

"The horror... the horror was for love."

Crimson Peak by Guillermo Del Toro

"You are a curious case of strangeness and extraordinary loveliness" Flaubert.

"Sometimes the nights cuts through me like a knife" First Aid Kit

October

Those days of indian summer, sunshine burning our skin with a tender stroke. 

There is something so poetic with the last days of summer. 

Those amazing colors by the country side, the early night, the way we want it to never end. 

But it always end doesn't it. 

I wonder if anything stay the same. 

Maybe we do, my blond dreamgirl, it's the world around us that changes. 

being a vintage Gal

At Virginie's

At Virginie's

Great grandma's pearls at granny's

My lovely flowers from V.

A day at Saint Tropez

Doors of Saint Tropez

Early morning pink mist

"Il va y avoir une tempête ce soir."

Erotic Italian films from the 70's. Mi piace.

Death Proof from Tarantino

"La valse à mille temps" Brel.

It was sunday

The sun was shinning, you would choose a dress form the closet, it would be the white one 

from New-York and you would be the most amazing nymph with it. 

I would take a picture of you, by the window, with this amazing light and your long blond hair. 

You looked like a dream, you always do.

We would have breakfast, talking about life, love, the chance we have to have found each other. 

We went to this little village, finding treasures along the way. 

You would find this beautiful portrait, take care of us, as you always do. 

The sun warming our hearts.

We would go to this beautiful garden at the end of the day, 

lying on the sofa watching the light between the leaves. 

I would be next to you and look at the sun on your neck, 

smelling you soft skin and seeing trees through your hair.

You are a dream, you always seem so surreal, full of wonders, of magic. 

Maybe this is what it feels to have found a sister, a mother, a best friend.

You are a beautiful chaos. 

This sunday was probably one of the most beautiful we had, out of this world. 

But we are out of this world aren't we?

" Il fait beau, il fait bon, la vie coule comme une chanson"

Cloclo

I shall write for us never to forget the moments we had.

On se fait des greniers de nos souvenirs

August.

Summer passing by, this amazing light through the trees. 

Smoking far too much, reading "à la recherche" de Proust, drinking wine and talking about how, why, are we ever going to make it.

I will keep the smell of the sun on your skin, your absence, your smile when you see me, your sorrow, and your beautiful mind. 

I will keep everything from you, until the end of times. 

Your blond hair with braids, your soft skin, the way you look just like a painting.

I remember seeing those beautiful landscapes and wanted to cry because it was so poetic.

 The view from the window in the morning, our fights, our rides by the countryside. 

Sometimes i wonder why everything has to be so complicated.

 Why can't we love without fear, why can't we just believe in a better future. 

You cried, you were lost. 

I hold you in my arms, but i could not stop wondering if I would ever love again, as i did younger.  The kind of love that follows you around and make you smile because this is love, full of beauty, of romance and sweetness. 

My bedroom at my family's place 

When i was a kid

Les roses du jardin

Redouté au musée de la Vie Romantique

Les Tuilleries

Being a cat lady

Blond Dreamgirl

Back home, marché aux fleurs

This light

My favorite place to read "A la recherche"

Saint Marc cemetery

"Sonate Pacifique" L'Impératrice

"Down by the river" Milky Chance

"Invisible things are the only reality" E.A.Poe

Une vie à te regarder changer.

L'odeur des pins en fin de journée. 

Les jours parisien.

There is thunder in our hearts

Those months, passing by, life taking different roads.

The wind blowing through my fingers, landscapes with this amazing pink light at the end of the day.

At the end of the day exactly.. what does stay? 

The moon watching over me, bathing me with her light through my window. The sun, on my skin so pale who feels so warm. Her kisses to tell me it is going to be fine. But is it?

I have been fighting for so long, i have been trying to be the best version of myself, but still, there is this freedom burning inside me, this fire, this thunder that i cannot ignore. 

Thunder in my heart, this end that i had to write.

Why is it so hard to live by your heart? 

I am forever in love with the smell of coffee in the morning, of tangled sheets and beautiful views. I love life as it is, but it is hard to find someone to love so deeply as i love the sea.

portrait by Charlotte.

Forever in love with those pink skies

Adventures

Nymphs getting ready

wonderwall

Favorite one of us

friends catching me.

"Love is just a four letter word" by Joan Baez

"Every End is a new beginning" 

Book: The keeper of Lost Things

"Love her, but leave her wild"

July so far was dancing until dawn to the sound of real voices, laughing my heart out, saying goodbye to people, eating lemon tart and drinking lemon and honey, listening to Milky chance in concert, seeing you happy and sad, but always so beautiful and strong my lovely sunshine.

July is celebrating being us, being sad and happy at the same time. July is letting go of people, of beliefs. July is full of surprises. 

Love, always love.

Life has been quiet today for the first time in months.

Wind blowing in the tree leaves, freshly wash dresses hanging in the bathroom, sunshine on the lavender and flowers all over my bedroom.

Today is quiet because i feel my heart setting, my mind finding answers for all the mess that is out there.

Love, always love. It is what i believe in. And sometimes, in the darkest days, when even light doesn't seem to find a way, i keep praying the moon that love would find me. 

Love is a smile, a ray of sunshine on your bed, a quote, an embrace from a dear friend, it is finding beauty in everything, holding on to the littlest things that make you feel you are alive. 

My dream girl on her birthday

Wonders hidden in street corners

Roses

Dream house in Lourmarin

Porquerolles

La maison abandonnée

My favorite skies

Laundry

"It's all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life."

"Alexandre, fais de moi ton Alexandrie" Juliette Armanet

Two thousand and seventeen

I started this year exploring new cities and finding little treasures along the way...

Cannes

Les heures lentes

La croisette

Lovely job

Le panier à Marseille

Flowery dream

Home

*"Mais tous ces rêves tu les vivras..." C.

*Alabama Monroe, le film.

*"You wrote me oh, so many letters, and all of them seemed true. Promises look good on paper, especially from you, from you." Johnny Flynn