“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
This December, I went to Paris for a couple of days to visit one of my best and oldest friends,…View Post
After Digoine, we’ll change style, we’ll change time, and we’ll change the atmosphere too. After Digoine, we’ll visit Couches and…View Post
Go back in time, get lost in the counts’ and countesses’ stories, enjoy an explosion of cultures in the same…View Post
I’ll count to three. Ready? One… Two… Three. Now, close your eyes. Listen to the wind and feel its pure…View Post
Hey friends! Happy Monday! As you might have seen on Instagram or Facebook, I found some old family travel photos…View Post
Jardin des Terrasses… Located opposite the Parc de la Verrerie, the Jardin des Terrasses is a wasteland, filled with the…View Post
The other day, as part of my journalistic journey, I went to the lovely village of Gourdon to get some…View Post