Hey, I watch my body float to the holy night of the room where I lay and a river went through the corridor, it wet me to my knee, la la la la la...

Double faced me

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yet,

it's not always like that

It is just a spilt portrait

of mine

on a dirty, old mirror;

the eyes

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(not a film)

A Hawk And A Hacksaw - The Sparrow

J'ai caché mieux que partout ailleurs, au grand jardin de mon coeur, une petite fleur

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(They look so fake, don't they?)

Si vous laissez passer cette chance, alors avec le temps, c'est votre cœur qui va devenir aussi sec et cassant que mon squelette. Alors, allez y!

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(That's my sister. She will probably murder me, if she founds her being here. I think she's beautifull. Underneath, my porcelain friend. Portraits, portraits, my kingdom for portraits!)
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PS: I really really want to smoke right now. I occasionally do so,actually (I haven't smoked for almost three weeks), but now, I would really appreciate a cigarette. On a rooftop, or the terrace my friends and I usually go, watching they great, grey clouds slipping by on the sky... Maybe, dancing too... and certainly dreaming...

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...quand je suis dans tes bras...

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(noo, it's not me singing that! It's Frehel..)

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I have really missed living. Somehow..

Oh, but you' re lovely with your smile so warm and your cheeks so soft, lovely, never never change

Aspects of my favourite, beloved town. I know it may look rather indifferent, dirty or even ugly-as many do call it- but I can not mind at all, as I consider it one of my greatest sources of inspiration- and that's the real, I think, motivation for me to conquer it (well, not literally!); to conceive the way its sounds beat, the way its streets breathe, how its both old and old-fashioned buildings can persist in the fast, terrifying passing of time, without losing their slight, delicate sense of magic. However stranger I seem to feel at times roaming its streets, it will always make me deeply feel like home; at least, as far as I am discovering pieces of myself lying in common with it, on its pavements and secret corners of rapture...

We may never, ever meet again, on the bumpy road to love. Still, I'll always keep the memory of the way you wear your hat, the way you sip your tea

(I dare say my favourite's the third one- I actually believe they all look greatly better after being scanned! These are among the best shots I had during my three-day excursion to my grandma's village for the Easter holidays. I know that place quite looks idyllic! Well it's not, unless you know where to roam... Whatever, more photos are to come, from the same rolls of film.)

À bout de souffle

Let's dance, little stranger,

show me secret sins...

Oh let's do it, let's fall in love

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Well, these are my very film attempts! Oh, be sympathetic with them, I know their subjects are quite common to my previous photographic (yet digital!) attempts, but I had no spare time at all to roam the streets with my camera and shoot whatever would catch my eye. I was experimenting in my bedroom, but I'm really glad to see the results are better to what I expected! However bad the scan quality is, they look preety good, don't they? I now can't wait to have those three rolls of film I mentioned before printed, as I'm expecting better results.
Plus, rather than buying that Buster-Keaton-hat I also mentioned before, I bought an Ella Fitzgerald album from a Cole Porter's anthology, which is quite amazing. I love jazz music of the '30's artists (such as Louis Armstrong, my favourite Billie Holiday, Duke Ellington, Django Reinhardt etc) so I just couldn't help not owing an album of hers! She is really amazing, so inspirational...

So, that's all for now, I may post again some time next week, to share more photographs (oh,yes I am really excited as you can see, and guess I'm already being more pleasant, as I promised!).

Have a good night, everyone!


PS: The notebook's collage on the second photograph was made by me, too, some time ago..

Someone take these dreams away, that point me to another day

Oh dear, right now i feel like a terribly big, swollen balloon in a desperate need of blowing out. And i need to throw up. Still, i will make it, though! I promise next post will be much more pleasant, i promise to share some of my first attempts at photographing with film. Today afternoon, i'm getting my very first roll of film from the photography store i went to, to have it printed (Well,not exactly the first as the very very first roll of film i have ever had printed was about ten years ago, i think, when my dad gave me my first camera to take with me in an all-day-long school excursion! I can still remember it! And i still have that little, childish, yellow camera! I was so impatient to see my photography attempts printed! It quite reminds me of 'Amelie', now that i'm giving it a second thought- you know,when her parents gave her a camera in order to console her for her little fish her mother set free in the river St Martin...). I feel quite impatient again. I'm going to give three more rolls of film I shoot during the Easter holidays too, today...
I also promise I will never be so grumpy again...ever!
Everything, everything will be alright soon, i promise, i know it. I can feel it!
Hope not to be proved wrong...
Wish me luck, somebody! I need to make it...

Gypsy sun and rainbows to all of you, my friends, enjoy the summer coming. Plus, spend some time watching Buster Keaton short films on video google! He is so amazing, i'm so much impressed and inspired by him. I'm going to buy a hat like his, too, today!