“A painter’s got a canvas. A writer’s got reams of empty paper. A musician has silence,” said British musician Keith Richards.
My canvas is all that my eyes can see.
A life-size canvas, white sheet of paper, silence
or thousands of sounds blending in.
And then comes my paintbrush, my pen,
and my little madness,
to create a unique painting, story, melody.
A cloud is the ideal place to shoot for the moon, so at 14 rue des Carmes, in a goldmine full of inspiration, and hidden behind a huge wrought iron gate, one meets all types of creative adventurers with slightly crazy ideas yet so promising at the same time – dreamers in other words…View Post
I’ve always liked the feeling of the road, the last-minute plan to take a trip anywhere just to get…View Post
‘Free as a bird…’, I thought to myself while staring at the enthralling ballet in the sky. ‘How I wish I…View Post
The sun was with us that day, and despite the modern part of the town I found fairly dull, I came back delighted thinking of the majestic cobblestoned Place Stanislas, its gold decorations and immense gates at each corner, as well as the sun visors of the boutiques that have made a home of the square, all looking like those of sweet shops from a time I have neither known or lived in.View Post
A few weeks ago, my mum and I visited my aunt and uncle in Haute-Marne, in north-eastern France. We made the most of these few days at the heart of landscapes rather different from those we are used to living in and that we know, i.e. Burgundy’s vineyards and its small, so atypically charming villages. A three-hour drive up north away, everything is flat and there are immense stretches of gigantic pine forests.View Post
It was raining, it was cold, and my mum and I couldn’t wait to reach our destination, the Musée Magnin…View Post
Paris, winter 2016. I wasn’t in good terms with Paris. Until that day. Until I stood there, with two of…View Post
‘Ariel, listen to me. The human world, it’s a mess. Life under the sea is better than anything they’ve got…View Post
Porridge, tea, chocolate, and spring blossoms – I could sum up my mini guidebook of a lazy weekend in springtime London to this.View Post
9:30 am • It’s Saturday morning and I am en route to grab my train at Stratford International Station to Windsor…View Post
London doesn’t often grant us with sunny and warm days, but I suppose this weekend was an exception. The sun…View Post
Last weekend, I was in Windsor (westwards right outside London) and absolutely fell in love with this place. It is the cutest little town I’ve been to so far, somewhere that gave me the impression to walk past hundreds of life-size dollhouses, giving this crown jewel a magical feel.View Post
Walking down some tiny streets bordered by cute English country houses, crossing paths with happy dogs, visiting Harry Potter-like colleges, and marvelling in front of hundreds of beautiful purple flowers and the magical warmth of the first sun rays… spring was blooming in front of my very eyes this Saturday in CambridgeView Post
This December, I went to Paris for a couple of days to visit one of my best and oldest friends,…View Post