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Style lesson with Cordova
Little ode to this iconic piece of winter fashion: the ski pants. Why it’s iconic and how to wear it this season.
A brief story of Les Praz Chapel
It all began with a wish. It was just before the start of World War II, and the village of Les Praz was living peacefully, focused on agriculture, pastoralism, and prestigious hotels facing Mont Blanc. However, one thing was…
Travel tips – Venice
I discovered Venice by a moody weather, and it was super cool. Here are my favorite spots (tested and approved)
Tailor-made poetry
Poetry to offer, just as a bouquet of flowers. A text especially written for an occasion or a person, true object of art and emotion.
Memory of Nikkō
Of everything I saw in Japan, Nikkō often comes to mind. All the time, even. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the peacefulness…
Sweden train Trip – Ep. 2: Stockholm
Sitting in the sun on the large wooden platform […] the golden hour slowly gives way to the blue hour, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a soft sky.
A brief story of Montenvers
Do you really know the story of the iconic Montenvers hotel in Chamonix? Its walls welcomed illustrious names…
12 days on Chamonix-Zermatt Haute Route
Last December, I started to plan an ambitious journey: going from Chamonix to Zermatt by foot, on my own. Some may say it was ambitious, even a little crazy, to plan such a walk when you have so little…
Sweden Train trip – Ep. 1: Ystad & Kalmar
Sweden. A country that, at best, evokes IKEA, at worst Zlatan Ibrahimović, and for those with a sweet tooth, Wasa, Krisprolls and cinnamon rolls. But to stick to that is to miss out on what this long territory of…
Travel tips – Athens
I’ve explored Athens at my pace (understand: quite slow) for three days, looking for intimate places, nice neighborhoods and must-dos. Here are all my good addresses (tested and approved)
Postcards from bondi
I liked the beach very much. It was so big, all golden, the water sometimes metallic and sometimes cristal clear…
New-Zealand Road Trip on South Island #4
Let’s remember: the previous article ended on the terrace of a riverside campsite in Murchinson, with a simple but explicit “it’s fantastic”.
Impressions from Japan: Tokyo & Asakusa
Of Tokyo, one must say the geometry and textures, that are a marvel for the grasping eye. It’s not easy to capture this in pictures, because everything happens in the subtlety of the serendipity: being there at the right…
New-Zealand Road Trip on South Island #3
Everything is a succession of fragments of unspeakable beauty, which I can’t even capture in a photo, because I’m driving and it all happens in a matter of seconds each time.
Chamonix on Film
Some images have the taste of eternity. It doesn’t matter much. A grain, a light, an atmosphere. There is also what we put into them. What those places tell us, and what they tell about us. Why this one…
Cafés #3
Can you see it, that cup of hot coffee. In that cup there’s silence, the silence of the inside, the one that accompanies the joy of small, simple moments. In the foam there’s softness, the warm caress of cream.…
New-Zealand: Road trip on the south island #2
There’s something I didn’t say in the previous article. It’s that sitting on my headland watching waves come and go on Brighton beach, its big rock, the violent sky, I suddenly had the fear of loosing my ability to…
New-Zealand: Road Trip on the South Island #1
Mount Cook faces me. At his feet, the long fluorescent blue stain of Pukaki Lake stretches between him and I. All around, meadows rise in waves of brown and gold, sometimes dark green. And that’s it. There’s nothing else.…
Arrival in Nara
Nara. Two singing syllables, Nara. An evocative, evanescent name, that speaks about enchanting forests, offers a gentle and peaceful journey to those who pronounce it. Nara. It was an Alt-J song before it became a stop on my itinerary.…
Autumn in Tseuzier
Fall is my favorite season. No doubt the one that most resembles me, like a diluted, vast and changing reflection of my being. Part of it, at least.
Sydney-Melbourne Road Trip #2
Did I sleep peacefully? That’s an excellent question. If we ignore the fact that my legs far exceed the width of the car’s rear space, and that several times over the night (after having bent them, stretched them, against…
Sydney-Melbourne Road Trip #1
It’s hard to believe I’m leaving Sydney already. It feels like I got here just yesterday, and on top of that the weather is so nice I’d rather stay a little longer and enjoy this end-of-summer vibe in the…
Fujisan, the quest for a myth
See Mount Fuji was a compelling need. It wasn’t on my life’s to-do list, until it was and became something absolutely essential. The legendary aura of this mountain (well, of this volcano), the clichés I was constantly seeing, its…
Cafés #2
Push open the door. Here you are. Close your eyes. What seizes you first? The sound of steam, or the clatter of the percolator? The smell of hot, ground beans dripping into a cup across the counter? Or the…
Sydney, the blast
I realized that spending a long period in a specific context makes you becoming porous to its exact opposite. It’s probably the reason why, as I familiarized myself with Sydney’s streets, I could feel a slightly disproportionate excitement. As…
Wild Dolomites
Wild (of a place or region) uninhabited, uncultivated, or inhospitable. That’s what the Dolomites inspire in me. A mix of restful vastness and mystical sheerness, that both attracts and intimidates. For years, each passing photo has rekindled the dream,…
Sweet Hiroshima
What hits me first when I arrive in Hiroshima is the peacefulness. Peacefulness of the air, of the trees, of the river, of the colors, of everything that circulates on its wide, bright sidewalks. Of course I know what…
Story of an afternoon tea
That morning, it was the rain that woke me up. I can hear it tapping on the roofs and on the ground through my open bedroom window. The atmosphere is so smooth that I soak into it. I even…
Cafés #1
There’s something about windows. What we see through them, what we can guess. Warmth, when it’s cold outside. Silhouettes behind a veil of mist. The atmosphere, that impalpable and undefinable air that enfolds things. It invites us to stop…
A day in Castlepoint
It was beautiful at the top of the lighthouse. There was wind, a lot. It was so loud, we could barely stand up. Our hair got tangled, the air rushed up our necks, up our sleeves, battering our faces.
Winter Souvenir
Memory of a peaceful day, at the end of the winter. A moment stolen from torment, where noting hamper, where you’re content to just be. To look. To feel. To realize that nature is fantastic, a living picture, constant…
Parisian Journal #1
May 2023. My daydreams are over. Here I am. Paris. For 61 days exactly.Lulled by the whispers of the street, this haunting cadence that rises and falls silent, pace the silence, gives it an odd body. I closed the…
Hello, Welcome
I miss conversations. I miss the unknown. I miss bumping into souls in a quiet kitchen in the morning, in a loud kitchen in the evening, in lobbies playing muted music, in tea rooms. I know life cannot be…
