i-wink

the famous wink.

Here is a shitty picture of a drawing that I made two months ago if I remember well. I tried to draw Chiaki Kuriyama doing the cover of the i-D magazine - I don't remember exactly the year of the issue she striked the pose for. Even if the drawing is similar to the real face, this is obviously not the same. But whatever, if drawing is not my thing I enjoy it and I'm really content of the shadows and of the bit of realism in this.  Self-satisfaction. Anyway, I love Chiaki's face. There is a strenght, a weighty presence, and at the same time something sweet borrowing some malice and levity.

eerie quiet

click : heavy silence.

These days, I often post the photographs I took with the analog camera (Minolta D7000i). At the first glance to these photographs, I feel some stillness but the more I stare at and this serenity turns into a weighty quiet. Plus, this pov shot makes me think of a research. It's like if I was looking for someone but the emptiness makes me understand that there is nobody.

P.S. : for the music I hesitated between two ones, the link below the photographs or this one. I feel like  they both treat about a certain loneliness. The first song evokes it and ends on, while the second one is more about a reunion after that, they'll end up to find a meet again. Chose your story.

rain air

Paris walk.

Here are some picture while I had a walk in Paris. As I always say, Paris is a million time better when the sky is grey. It's pleasant to tan but the sun does not fit perfectly this city and for the first time, I really enjoy when it rains. Anyway, the buildings reminds me the cream of a cake. I think it's due to the moldings. Plus, everytime I walk in Paris, I always want to eat something creamy like a pastrie or an ice cream, told you.

freak

click : graceful fall.

Here is a story revealed in the reflect. The detail of the hand in the mirror shows something grave, but sultry at the same time thanks to the warm light - by the way, the light appears warm to me. We guess that the person is lying down due to a fall, that something severe happened, but in return a certain softness emanates from the inanimate hand. In my opinion, some smoothness was brought to the severity.

P.S.: I associated a song that reminds me something completly different of the picture, except the lyrics, and that fabulous blend of hardness by the electric guitar that seems to become strokes, of the sensual slowness and of sultry murmurings. Softness to heaviness.

staring love

ghost to you.

A spectral atmosphere for this serie where she (yet again) definitely incorporates the more naturally (a kind of) the broken-hearted girl. Otherwise, I'm happy to capture these kind of scenes and atmospheres which reveals true personalities and honest feelings, whatever we know or not what is happening in their minds and what they feel. But must say, less we know, better it is.

to stare.

Nobody sees you like I do.