Leaving a message...

Text messages are so over...

The little ballerina...

Waiting for the green light...

Black and Light...

Let it snow...

2 minute show at Fulton Fish Market

What's your favorite sound...

Ok so you know like we all have our favorite smell or favorite food... Well I was wondering what's your favorite sound. Is it the sound of an opening beer can? The sound of a kiss? The sound of screeching tires? Mine? ... Well just press play and you'll know. Damn I could call 911 like 10 times a day...

Yeah, someone's calling me too...

Ok so the left guy is definitely on the phone right, but I'm more suspicious about the right dude...

Pink Message...

Someone has been crying for quite a while now in my city...

You are warned...

mmmm, looks like a puppy I want to meet...

Along the Nile...

As it's all snowy and below 0 C° out there in my garden, I thought I might hot things up a little with a few shots I took in Egypt two years ago. I had always wanted to see the great pyramids and the Nile... and I did. The cruise was awesome, but what I liked most there was the people. But not the people from the big cities, those from the inner villages. They were so friendly and happy to meet strangers. Also, ladies, if you haven't already been there, get ready to be proposed like 5 times a day! how direct guys are when hitting on girls over there! "Hello, my name is Akil, are you married?" I will always remember this boy who followed our little boat just swimming besides and hanging himself on once in a while. Or these little girls in a small village who were so cute I gave them my lipstick and mirror...

Rive Gauche...

The Tie Theory...

Hi everyone, my name is Mary and I'm a tieaholic.
Being a tieaholic ain't an easy addiction I have to admit. Once you've tried one on, that's pretty hard to stop wearing them. Yeah, I have to tell you I don't wear them only with shirts or for when I worked for Ralph Lauren... I kinda love wearing ties with practically anything. But my favorite way to wear them is on strapless dresses and as a simple neck accessory. I love them in silk, thin cotton, blue, dark blue, with small stripes... Oh and yeah I'm actually the one who taught my brothers how to tie a tie...
I just love men accessories. Hats, suspenders, glasses, bow ties and, of course, ties... Damn I wish I were Don Draper sometimes...

Being a shadow...

When I'm a man, I'll be a firefighter...

That station was right in front of my appartment in NY. No need to tell I just enjoyed every morning when I got out to go to work, with a charming "Hello Miss" shout from the other side of the street... Ok that may be a little cliché to like firefighters, but fuck it, they're brave, hot, hot and did I mention they're hot? D was a young recruit there. We got to talk a lot. He was from Kentucky, and new in the city. What's funny is that me, the French girl, eventually ended up becoming his guide in the City. I remember how excited he was everytime he talked about his job. "Last night I got to drive the fire engine!" "You should have seen that accident on Madison, that was... horribly awesome". Anyway, I liked that 83rd street with the nice firefighters, the hillarious Mexican laundromat guys, who had no idea I spoke Spanish and understood everything they said...
Back to the picture. I'm glad I got to shoot "Trouble", the Dalmatian, the station's dog. He was so sweet. I also like that little boy with his dad. While daddy's talking to the Chief, the kid is touching the huge red truck, we can feel how impressed and excited he is. So this post is for all the firefighters in the world. Great job, and well... great outfit...

Ginger-Breakfast...

Ok, so I'm not sure Gingerbread actually did bring our breakfast up to our room that morning, coz to be honest, the night before remains a little fuzzy... yeah, that's pretty much how it ends in L.A after 2 am.

Somewhere in Nevada...

Some prefer fancy shinny new cars... I got a thing for vintage ones, yeah... sometimes really old ones...

What's your favorite scary movie...

So this weekend, my friends and I were hanging out watching horror movies. Yeah I know, Halloween's over, but a shitty grey and rainy weekend is just perfect to crash, eat, drink and give the creeps to your friends. So we got to reminisce about the very first horror movie we saw. I remember mine. I was 7. It was Psycho. Many moments in that film marked my brain. Like, the house behind the motel, the famous shower scene, or when Norman talks all alone. No spoiler alert there right, who hasn't seen Psycho! But, one scene that really touched me, is when Janet Leigh is driving at night shortly after the beginning of the movie, all stressed out, looking at her rear view mirror, knowing she did something bad, both excited and scared. Because at this moment you know she's still safe and that she could run away with all the money, but you also feel she's just about to live something terrible, you just can feel it. You don't know what yet, but you can feel it. So that's when your imagination knows no limit and starts inventing creeping scenario... Oh and did I mention that my older brothers forced me to watch it tough I was 7 and completely terrified hidding myself behind the living room cushions... And it was just the beginning, yeah... then came Predator, Alien, The Shinning, The Silence of the Lambs... So, I'm gonna ask you one question -yeah, the same question the fucked-up teen weirdo asked on the phone with his white mask on in Scream... What's your favorite scarie movie?



'Bout the picture: I shot it on a store on Hollywood Boulevard, L.A 2005.

S P Q R...

Firenze is the home town of the brand Salvatore Ferragamo. The wonderful museum - overlooking the Arno river- is about the designer and all his work. Since I'm a shoe addict, you guys must imagine how I felt in front of all the amazing shoes! But I won't post a picture of shoes. Nope. What I liked most there, was the massive stone panel near the entry. Just looking at it you know you're in Italy. You know, it's the typical Roman Empire signature. It makes me think about Ridley Scott's Gladiator -the best movie ever FYI- You know the letters S P Q R marked on almost everything to show the strengh and power of the Empire... Anyway, this stone is talking to us..." shhh, you are about to enter the Shoe Empire".

Early morning in London...

I stayed a little while in London last year. On-the-record? I was supposed to look for a job... Off-the-record... I hung out, took photos and just blew off some steam. I love this street. I shot that picture just stepping out of my friend's home - the exact same little brick house you can see here. I like how countryside the street looks. It makes me think of Ken Loach's movies like Sweet Sixteen or Kes. Just looking at this picture you can imagine all the stories that happened in this district. It also reminds me of my 8th-grade-pen-friend Samantha's house. Being a roomy with C, K and L was memorable. The walls of the house were so thin, you just felt we were all in the same room all the time! Which was kinda cool for cocktail hours, less cooler when K would bring home a new not-very-quiet girl for the night... Anyways, London was awesome. I have only one more thing to say... Cheers!

Resting "à la française"...

The first kiss...

I don't know if you remember your first kiss. It's pretty tough to remember I know. Was it with Tom at nursery school? Or Cedric in 1st grade... But whoever it was with, it was genuine, quick but soft. Here my sweet M just ran into his nanny's little girl L at the park. Just look at the little girl. Her expression. Her head a little turned to the right, so that they won't kiss directly. Her little smile, showing she's both shy and happy to see him again. As for M, how cute is he leaning like this, his hands in the back. Actually I'm just kidding with you, of course I remember my first kiss. If you do remember yours, just tell us on a post and I might tell you who it was with...

Mamie Renée

Parce que tu adores la langue française et parce que c'est toi, mamie je t'écris ce post en français. Tu luttes actuellement, mais je sais que tu es toujours là, car tu es une femme très forte et volontaire. Avec tout ce que tu as pu voir et vivre, je souhaite que tu trouve la sérénité, mais reste encore avec nous, attends de savoir si G attend un garçon ou une fille, attends de voir N se balader à quatre pattes, attends que M te ré explique qu'il faut manger 3 repas par jour pour avoir des forces, attends que M s'extasie pour son vrai premier noël. Renée Marie, car c'est ton prénom, redonne moi un éclat de rire, comme personne ne le fait, et resors moi tes expressions "Il est piqué celui là!" ou "Le chameau!" ou "Il nous barbe lui" et refais moi ta délicieuse salade de tomates de Marçon. Mamie, je sais que tu le sais, mais nous t'aimons tous.

The artist...

Life's pretty much like a chessboard...

Black, White, Up, Down...

On the road again...

I just love road trips in the US. It's always different. The lights are different. The people you meet are different. The photos are different. I love when you quit a town and head along the infinite road, leading you somewhere you don't know. I cherish these moments a lot. Even when your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere for hours... or when a cop makes you pull over and talks to you like you're a criminal. All my major life moments happened on these roads and cities. I don't believe everyone's unique love has to be a person. It can be a feeling, mixed emotions. To me it is and always be America.

The Paper boy...

I just love hanging at bars. Well sure for the cocktails, but even more for observing people. That's funny, I just hate when someone's looking at me, but I just can't help staring at them...
This boy -I'm not sure how old he was, he got that kind of face you simply can't put an age on! but he looked pretty young - was sitting next to me and my friend, and I loved his don't-give-a-damn-about-fashion look and behavior. He had these old, destroyed brown mocassins that you'd think he had just stolen them from his father. I also like how he wore his jeans, it reminded me of our school years' back-to-school pictures, you know when we were sitting at the front row -Yes, I'm too damn short that's why I was always in the front, nowhere to hide!- and we would wear those once-again-too-damn-short pants that revealed ugly socks... Anyway, I grabbed my camera as he walked across the street to pick up.... a newspaper! Yes, 2010 youngsters don't all have Ipods and Ipads, some still got a thing for, well, paper.

Looking back...

But so cool...

London 2009


Paris 2010


My mom drove one just like that, for 30 years. I just loved the sound of the engine, at the back - a Porsh one FYI. I remember also when the steering wheel would shake like crazy once reached 50 mph. I also remember how, now-realising-how-stupidly shameful I was, when she picked me up at school in front of all the other kids. What I would give now to see Celeste again...

Waking up in NY...

I worked in NY a couple of years ago. This was my bedroom's window. I would wake up, stay in bed another 10 or 15 minutes and finally violently rush out of bed because of the huge scary pigeons landing near my window. Then I would wait for my roomy's last-night bootycall Salvatore, David, or sometimes Greg, to finish using the bathroom, and introduce myself to avoid them an early heart attack. Quick shower, grab a baggel and get to work. My roomate was such a character. R is a 50-something-fashion-designer. He used to show at Bergdorf and Goodman, now, well, mostly in this living room. His place is just a mess, and that's probably what I like most there. There's fabric, sketches and threads everywhere. His fridge is always empty or contain some very-doutful eggs and cheese. He often took that strange pose to relieve his sciatic area because he sits almost 24/7 at his sweing table. And you know what? he knows it all! He taught me so many things... like "a hair dryer?! It's bad for the hair!" or, "A vaccum? nooo, but I have a broom!", "You should never eat fruits after 5.00 pm"... true story, this man is just unique. So this post is for him. R, can't wait to see you again, keep up scoring and oh yeah, please, please, don't even think about eating that weird brown thing in the fridge -which, I'm sure, is still there...

Taking a nap...

Hope is in the air...

Yesterday was a quick-but-great stay in Lausanne, Switzerland. I just couldn't miss the beautiful Hopper exhibition. But first things first... after 45 minutes stuck between two massive men on the plane, the first thing I had to visit was... the restrooms. Oops! sorry, the money exchange booth! Yeah, if you wanna pee there... don't ever forget to have 1 Franc in your pocket. Anyways, I finally got to the Hermitage Foundation and indulged in art staring for hours. From the simple-yet-awesome sketches to the wonderful paintings, here I got nostalgic about my dear America. He just managed to capture not only the landscapes, cities and people, but also the light that is so special to America. I just love what his work emits. From a dinner, to a road and a hotel room... he just managed to "shoot" what I like most about America: A strong simplicity full of emotions that funnily appeals to everyone, even to american detractors...
I finished the day wandering on the Leman Lac's banks, staring at the amazing Mont Blanc and mountain chains, drinking a nice swiss red wine.


Edward Hopper Gas, 1940




Road trip 2005

Light the way it is...

I was walking in the streets of Firenze. Music and camera on, I suddenly realized I was completely lost... which is, by the way, the best way to discover a city. I was crossing the street and turned my face on the right. I don't need something extraornidary to catch my attention. What I like is the feeling, the atmosphere, the projection you can have thanks to a simple light. I had to capture this sublte light on the shutters and the tan-colored wall. Every once in a while, when it's rainy here in Paris, I like to look at this simple picture. It brings great memories and mood.

The pipeman...

Here is a funny, cool and amazing art collector. He's my dad's best friend. As far as I can recall, I've always seen him with a pipe... and a smile too. He's the one who taught me how to cheat playing card games at 6, and who taught me that boys are "des p'tits salauds"at 14.
His art gallery, near Saint Michel is worth dropping by. But the greatest place to see is his home. A privilege for me. A comfy apartment filled with beautiful-yet-sometimes-weird art. Whenever I go there, I discover another piece of art I didn't notice the previous time. "Is it a block of concrete in your bedroom?" ... yeah, ok, try a unique designed night table ; or there's this funny little drawing in the corridor, I've always enjoyed staring at... yeah, a Giacometti...
This home feels like a museum, a bit messy, but you know, sometimes messiness just fits. So C, this post is for you.

The two lovers...

I know, another bench scene! Well this time I won't describe it, I'll let you guys try to guess what the guy is doing on the left, coz seriously... I have no idea.
Oh and for the title, these guys were probably not gay, but I don't know, that could be possible right? I mean which friends would wear both the same kinda shirt on the same day, lying on a bench... love their attitude.