Vagabondage of sorts

"Where in another ten years, shall I be, myself? Certainly not here. How many seas and frontiers shall I have to cross to reach that distant day; how far shall I have to travel, on foot, on horseback, bar car, push-bike, aeroplane, steamer, train lift, moving-staircase, and tram? How much money shall I need for that enormous journey? How much food must I gradually, wearily consume on my way? How many pairs of shoes shall I wear out? How many thousands of cigarettes shall I smoke? How many cups of tea shall I drink and how many glasses of beer? What an awful tasteless prospect! And yet to have to die..."

Inti

Saturday morning, sunny and clear. Taxi to Soukra. Sunshine, techno, glow sticks and cigarettes. I didn't know the words, but I sang along anwyay.

Half Light

I had dropped out of
law school when I met Eve.

She was very beautiful.


Very pale, cool in her black dress,


with never anything more
than a single strand of pearis.


And distant.
Always poised and distant.

I've been trying to download the new Sex and the City movie for 3 days now. I just wanted to watch something mindless. In its place I revisited a totally unrelated film, Interiors. It's my absolute favorite Woody Allen film. Have you seen it?

A dark tale contrasted by a pale and tonal set. It plays on insecurities - comparing ourselves to other people, the feeling of coming up short, fears of loneliness and abandonment... And somehow the film seems still, so still. Pristine and stark like a slow piano song.

Your brown eyes are my blue skies

City skapes from before. Now it's crowded winding streets in the Medina, turquoise and the scent of jasmine, tea with pine nuts, harisa, motor bikes, fruit stands, beach bars, windy beaches, cigarettes on balconies, construction and dust...

Height of Summer

Uncover our heads

Memory comes when memory's old
I am never the first to know
Following this stream up north
Where do people like us float?

Came back to Paris for a visit. Everything's changed, and somehow I feel the same here, good and bad. The emotions and experiences that I left a year ago just hit me like a tidal wave. Unexpected, but I'm still enjoying myself.

Isabel and I went to see Fever Ray. It was an incredible concert, surreal and haunting, everything that I imagined it would be.

Loved up

My current inspirations... Lace and hats, Anita Pallenberg, clashing prints in vibrant colors.

I'm planning on decorating my room in Tunis with a smattering of ikat and striped blankets, bright rugs, lots of candles and lanterns, maybe some big floor pillows in the corner...

My playlist:
The Height of Summer by the Knife
Stranger Than Kindness by Fever Ray
Lovesick by Lindstrom and Christabelle
Mind, drips by Neon Indian
Sea Talk by Zola Jesus