samedi 29 décembre 2012

The Conformist.




Marcello: I'm going to build a life that's normal. I'm marrying a petty bourgeoise. 
Confessor: Then she must be a fine girl. 
Giulia: Speak out. Go ahead. 
Marcello: Mediocre. A mound of petty ideas. Full of petty ambitions. She's all bed and kitchen. 

Bertolucci (1970)

dimanche 23 décembre 2012

samedi 22 décembre 2012

Chez la vieille.


 




« Le son de la trompette est si délicieux  
Dans ces soirs solennels decélestes vendanges,  
Qu’il s’infiltre comme une extase dans tous ceux  
Dont elle chante les louanges. »
   
Charles Baudelaire





By Julie Lansom


vendredi 14 décembre 2012

Lingerie de vendredi: inspiration








“I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.”
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita



jeudi 13 décembre 2012

Lou Doillon at home.

 


Black Dress, Balmain. Silver bracelet, Aurélie Bidermann.




On the left: High-waisted panties, Eres. Leather strap harness and shoes, Vivienne Westwood. Silver necklace, Burberry. On the right: White tank tip with holes, Sulkawa. Hat, Lou's own Alsacienne toque.




On the left: Chiffon dress, Sonia Rykiel. Wood bracelet, Burberry. On the right: Embroidered tulle top, Vivienne Westwood. Shorts, Chloé. Brown wedges, Charles Anastase. Shawl, Junko Shimada. Ring, Eddera. Bracelets, Chanel and Pucci.


Dossier Journal
Photography by Edouard Plongeon

mardi 11 décembre 2012

Paris, Texas.





Jane Henderson: "I... I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don't know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me. We'd have long conversations, the two of us. It was almost like you were there. I could hear you, I could see you, smell you. I could hear your voice. Sometimes your voice would wake me up. It would wake me up in the middle of the night, just like you were in the room with me. Then... it slowly faded. I couldn't picture you anymore. I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to, but there was nothing there. I couldn't hear you. Then... I just gave it up. Everything stopped. You just... disappeared. And now I'm working here. I hear your voice all the time. Every man has your voice."


Paris, Texas. 1984.

lundi 10 décembre 2012

L’esprit Pablo c’est...

 
 

L’esprit Pablo c’est :


- Jouer avec les codes pour mieux les détourner et apprivoiser les classiques pour les twister.

- Se fondre dans le gris Paris mais bizarrement être vue de tous.

- Mettre sa touche personnelle dans les petits riens du quotidien.
 
- Prendre son envol sur les toits de Paris.

- Suivre un fil d’or et ne jamais le perdre.

- Aimer qu’on vous murmure “je t’aime de toutes les couleurs” .

- Surtout se souvenir toujours de la devise d’Oscar Wilde: “Be yourself, everyone else is already taken”.





dimanche 9 décembre 2012