we have lost the way

charlie chaplin in the great dictator (1940)

foolproof lover

lovely... from lungful.com

barcelona fall

the rain followed me from paris to barcelona but i am so happy i almost didn't notice the torrential downpour until my precious rainbow umbrella blew inside out by the strong gusts of the barcelona wind!! all my shoes have holes in them and all my socks are wet but i am wearing a big smile on my face so you'd never even know it! the bronzed golden tone that had occupied everyone's skin like a blanket this summer has faded and it is now clearly visible that the barcelona summer is really over. which is interesting to me, because my love affair with barcelona started at the high-point of summer at the end of june. so many things happened to me that first time in barcelona, and i was so sad to think after my tan from that week faded away, that the friendships, feelings, and memories i experienced would fade away with it. yet, i guess i took matters into my own hands and didn't let that happen, i came back a month later, before my tan had time to escape. i let the sun camp out on my body in my white bikini and stayed for three weeks, sleeping under the sun, next to the sea, on rooftops and in yellow rooms and it was those three weeks that made me realize i needed to pack up my paris life and bring it here. and i did. so the fact that summer is over and i actually made it here is exciting; and to see what the next seasons can offer to me here as i start my new life in spain is even more exhilarating. so i am watching the leaves dance and play from the balcony and they are turning orange like a burning flame and when the golden sun shines through them i fear they might combust like a distant star.

room 3, alicante, spain

the taste of salt

against the walls

against your rules

against your skin

all things are delicately interconnected

curry for dinner on a high-turbulence flight on september 23rd with airindia.

twenty, boulevard de menilmontant, paris france 75020.

paris fashion week; cashmere in my eyelashes and a new best friend.

sushi and splifs chez laetitia.

fancy nights at mama shelter with gabriel.

high kicks, djallebas, mushroom tea and unusual costumes on halloween.

new friends: tim lauren zela liisi andrew ryan emily

dizzy cab rides to an experimental cocktail club.

the election party for barack obama, the smiles, the tears.

being chased in montmartre with emily by the homeless helicopter man.

'put yo dick away'

crawling under paris in the catacombs to dance and sing with water up to our knees.

a snowy brunch with bloody marys and darker hair.

pornagraphic lighters and beer at stollys.

sixteen rue de reuilly, paris france 75012.

no heat, wooden bed, and a crazy landlord.

sunday smiles on rue charlot.

a christmas tree and two goldfish named maki and miso.

jekyll and hyde dresses and top hats.

the near death experience in the stairwell.

almost convinced, the difficult choice... but the right one.

thirty hour christmas lock-in:

homemade fireplace, the blue blue bathroom, vegetarian stuffing.

plastic instrument band on christmas eve in the metro.

peanut butter, foggy windows, hot coffee, hair cuts, arts and crafts.

the stolen robot.

the dance party to welcome 2009.

last minute decision: merrekech, morroco.

cheap leather, endless fresh mint sweet tea, a used packet of rolling papers.

road trip to essaouira, morocco.

a freezing night in a hotel next to the sea.

grilled goat head, amazing fried fish, missed flights.

late to french class, many attempts at the prefecture for the carte de sejour.

infinite bottles of red wine... in apartments, in parks, in metros, in streets.

mistakes at the chacha club.

roadtrip to amsterdam, cole and janet.

the impossible hunt for a halfway decent hotel room.

giving up and getting lost, finding ourselves at a coffee shop.

staying at the coffee shop.

a very paranoid drive home.

football: france vs lithuania, psg games, stands on fire.

mushroom omelette with andrew, the holy mountain by alejandro jodorowsky.

the first spring day, the first bottle of rose.

french classes over, david in paris.

best show ever, dan deacon at la villette sonique.

krinking everything everywhere.

berlin, germany with andrew and david in a big white apartment

high kicks with german boots and german roots

dancing with an indian man at fete de la musique

barcelona with camilla

plastico//apollo//ronda sant pau 1

magic green sungless

magic toothpicks

magic magic magic

an orange boat in cadaques, innocent conversations.

falling in love with barcelona.

all the received postcards and all the sent.

mischa and camilla in paris.

one hundred and two rue saint-maur, paris france 75011.

sophie's wedding, the blue dress and endless champagne.

finally animal collective live at la cigale with zela.

lonely and broke in paris.

back to barcelona.

rooftops, cheap beers, smiles, beaches, lighter hair and darker skin.

three weeks later: back to paris.

new york: lake george wedding, brooklyn, a skinned knee, five am dinner with anna

los angeles: los feliz, west hollywood, venice, the alcove, a big fire and a bucket of tears

tucson: surprises, la famille, kyle craft and rhonda el murib, laughing with abby, bloody sunsets

a long flight back to paris

twenty third birthday, back to barcelona with zela and erin

thirty bars in three days, a pirate, a room without a view, the flood, a decision.

one way ticket to barcelona october fifteenth....

there is so so so much more.