Summer is really taking its time to come to Paris this year, but I don't care. After spending 18 months without seasons in San Francisco, I know for sure that we will have many hot days, evenings and nights to enjoy. So every cloudy day, I feel like I am getting ready for some special party.
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I feel like a creepy groupy, always posting on here, but I can't help it! I love #1. Agathe, your work amazes me.
Why wait on the summer days and nights? Cloudy days are something special, ethereal, happy and peaceful, everything... a mix of what is common, its own thing.
From groupy #2
yeah Carmen it was my point, the waiting time itself as something special indeed... like the Petit Prince walking slowly to a fountain in the desert ;-)
Agathe, tell me what is going on in this last black and white photo? I like it but can't piece it together. Also, if I ever have a penny and your still living in Paris, I'd love to come visit and have you as my guide for a few days. I hope you are well.
it's white paint on a window display, the paint is inside (the store) and I am outside... and yes, you should come! I am doing good here indeed, and I am sure you would appreciate to be that far (not only geographically) from cali for a while too -
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