Paris in the sky with diamonds

    In times of trouble mother (sky) comes to me. Feeling down? Everybody’s out to get you? You may be right. Even paranoids have ennemies. Nonetheless stop looking at the ground. Look up. At the sky. Wherever you are. After a while, apart from a cranked neck you will feel better. Of course, a…

Open up the doors!

Doors fascinate me. The simplest of shapes. A rectangle, tall and wide enough to let anyone go through without banging their head. Children sweep and squeeze through. So functional. And yet, a door separates the inside from the outside. The private from the public sphere. Or lets them in or out. In Giraudoux’s La guerre de…

Ciel! Mon Paris!

    Paris has a lousy weather. Undeniable. At par with London or Brussels (Both cities I love too). Yet, all of a sudden, the sun comes out, flimsy skirts start walking briskly on the streets, the cafés’ “terrasses” fill up, and the clouds start dancing in blue and white!   Avenue de Friedland. L’Etoile…