Les Buttes

It's been a while... I don't walk through the buttes anymore to go to work.
I miss it!

A thought today for Marion who loves so much la cité radieuse. I hope there won't be too many damages, sweetie!
You can see photos of la cité radieuse on Mary's post too.

I am listening to Jonathan Wilson.

In New York

Back in October, lunch at Sarrabeth, Central Park South. Best eggs Benedict ever + champagne and wild berries cocktail.

Through Your Eyes- Nina Kinert

A move

Thank you for all your wonderful comments on my last post!

Between Christmas and New Year's Eve, our offices have moved from a beautiful building in the 9th to high tech facilities in Boulogne.
It's most certainly a step forward for the company. It does nonetheless impact on my life. The commute is significantly longer and my photo lab is much further away now.
I will not stop taking photos, but might not be able to post as regularly as I used to.
Please bear with me while I adapt to this new life.

Hezekiah Jones (merci Blanche! à ce soir*)

PS: these are photos of the former offices taken during the move

Tea time

December 10

I would love to have absolutely nothing to do.
I am a lazy person at heart.

Ben Kweller "Lizzy"

Au creux de nos soirées

Il y a des petites lumières, des livres, des amis, des apéros, de la musique...

Eels "Spunky"

Détails

Marion has inspired me to load my camera with black and white film.

On the last shot, you can see the latest addition to my cameras collection. It is a birthday present sent from Brazil by our very dear Lu.

A beautiful video (merci Blanche!)

Les petits matins roses du parc de Belleville

En octobre.

J'adore.

Manhattan

We are back from New York!!!!

It was a wonderful and much needed break. I have the feeling that we haven't done a lot but I don't mind. We had a blast, spent time with friends, slept in late, ate burgers, wandered in the streets....

Ongoing obsession

Sunday mornings

I don't mind so much about the rain during the week, but can I please have this sun in my kitchen every Sunday morning?

Laura Marling