i wish i could be a crepe

now i enjoy malasya.

post scriptum: yvan rodic, do you marry me?

o'clock

damn love this guy.

yvan rodic this girl, you're a freaking genius!

details in the fabric

love each detail in this picture.
the position
the black
the golden fish
the impressionistic shirt
the denim shorts
the sleeves rolled up
the dark light
the coat
the piece of a bracelet
the red floor
the tights
the guy who took this cool shit.

foot by feet

a week ago I found a heart on the sidewalk in lisbon,

two years ago I found a lid in rome,

three hours ago a messy way on yvan rodic,

four days ago a pizza on the ground by yvan rodic.

and at five seconds ago 

I should have started doing my math's homework.

twice again

the rain is back. stronger and darker.

however I feel confortable and cozy inside my house. cool.

click

I've been founding a lot of pictures with set points. like these. photographers

photography is an old passion.

francitalia

I'm such a big fan of this mix of italian and french patterns, for me of course. It's something so cool, chic and confortable..

all I want for christmas is love, peace and this

everyone is doing this so...

DEAR SANTA:

this christmas I wanna be like her...

I can't so I want her fuzzy sweat;

I would lovee have all of them, but I stay happy with the standardized and dark scarf right;

 I really, really want this lovely 'chocolat' dress from zara to use in my next party...(pleaseee);

from lanidor...I want this leopard scarf...

not to use now, but in the summer, an amazing denim shirt!

oh Santa! how I love zara! the sweet jumper? please?

love you, seriously.

I know I can't beg for all of these rings but...

the silver, long and shiny one? can you...?

Oh Clémence, combien je t'adore!

can you give me your addictive floating top?

 finally dear Santa, to keep myself and my cat warm can you bring me a sweat like this one?

thank you so much, and yeah, I still believe in you, Santa Claus.

informal letters

 

 

 

 

 

 

it's sunday's morning and I'm feeling quite tired, but full of joy.

''I'm on the doorstep

With my key turned in the door
Walk in the living room
And you're sat on the floor
My heart is aching
And I've never felt this bad
I pinch myself
To check that all of this is real
Keep faking
I'm not letting on I feel this sad
And then you've got the cheek
To ask me how I feel''