samedi 26 mai 2007


just a quickye between 5.59 and 6.17 before I get to play man V/s horizon myself

cars, they come in all sizes and colors

samedi 19 mai 2007


not always easy for me to let my mind wander around a word in english as "signs" can have so many different meanings in french, like "marks", "hints", "swan" and others.
so the best way to shit some art is probably to let your uncousious brain work.
this one is pretty obvious. no story needed

Hope every one of you has a wonderful weekend. except one.

dimanche 13 mai 2007

summer in the city

I'm afraid there's somthing wrong with the calibration of my camera.
look slike it automatically switched to citrus mode :/

what a nice week-end.

samedi 12 mai 2007


couldn't come up with anything decent about citrus.
it's a cold steel blade grey saterday with an infinite perspective of rain in a grey little country. heard there were citrus trees in spain but what do I know, I've never been to spain.
I recently discovered the ultimate secret for the perfect margarita.
it's the pulco©® lime juice.
that's how close I can get to citrus today.
1 portion pulco lime
1 portion orange juice
2 portion tequila
2 portion water
lots of ice. enjoy.

Tried to find some Daniel Darc on youtube and found this

an original song from Charle Aznavour sung by Daniel Darc.
from the movie "Mauvais sang", it is called "parce que".
yeah right.

Car la mort n'est qu'un jeu comparée à l'amour
Et la vie n'est plus rien sans l'amour qu'elle nous donne

enjoy your week end

samedi 5 mai 2007


this has been a very hard subject for me because our nowadays neighbors are sh*theads.
some use broken glas and nailed wood plates to hurt our cats, some dispose their trash in front of our house, both regularily wake us up in the middle of the night, or scream like hysterical monkeys in their garden the whole day on sundays.
and I try not to use hate, frustration or disgust in my work. In general, I just try to ignore anything that doesn't fit my conception of life and keep it out of my world. not adding horror to the surronding inferno.

a few years ago, we were living in this small appartments building. one night our upstairs neighbor came home late at night with a girl. I could hear them run up the stairs, then throw around their shoes (bump, bump... bump... blong) and have a noisy session of the wildest sex I could picture by the sounds they produced. for a couple of weeks on, we could hear them run up the stairs laughing at any hour of the day or night and shag the whole house screaming in exctasy. disturbing.
at the same period, the downstairs neigbhbor once came up to meet us, we had a couple of drinks... a couple of bottles actually, then he confessed they sometimes listened to us having a go above their heads. disturbing.
almost 2 am now and my head hurts really bad. probably the best I can do for this week. sorry. you can't win all the time.
have a sexy week end.

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