Citadel

…by Anna Nalick is the song that accompanied me all through this day, along with “Winding Road” by Bonnie Summerville.

Was with Livvy today.

Feels like I lived a whole week with her and we didn’t do a thing.

T’was frigging perfect, IMO.

At last; taking time.

…and pictures.

hey, you know me, I’m never really out without a camera on me and what I say here is always what doesn’t happen IRL.

This is how I see her, but as she told me : she doesn’t see herself like that.

Maybe she never will.

I do.

50 F/1.4 with the K10D.

Oh yeah.

That’s probably how she sees herself when she pouts a little.

Love the ambiance on this one.

She looks frigging gorgeous with her – now – “blonde hair”.

Never have thought a blonde could do this effect on me.

But, then again, first of all she isn’t any blonde. She’s mine.

And second of all I’m a poor judge since I have feelings for her.

Still, I consider the second shot quite good.

the first one is more … about fun.

Even though I’ll do march in a couple of minutes, I have to tell you folks : there is no way remembrances taint this day. It was frigging perfect. Hear me ?

The best day of 2009 so far.

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March

Continuing my journey through the year – a therapy as I call it – for the acceptance of your past is the best way to deal with it.

So March.

Can’t remember much of march.

Strikes during the day occupied most of my time / mind.

Along with stupid series episodes.

Being with other people than during your everyday life.

Wolfgang & Raphael, mostly.

They’re … strange.

but it’s intoxicating when you roam with them.

During the nights.

Still party after party.

I’m not too proud of myself about that, and yet …

but I had to make choices, specially with P.

Tough choices, but I had to make them.

I was going berserk, remember, and … Arnaud followed me through this.

We shared stuff we never could imagine doing.

Speaking of which, never thought I’d be a night runner one day.

Did that with Patou one dark night.

Never felt so free in my life…

and the Spooks’ music fit so well.

Amazing.

Didn’t sleep till 3 A.M.

Too amazing to be true.

Being a superhero.

Also, that was the night I started to love nights in Rouen … because I didn’t fear the streets anymore.

The streets that were so crowded during the day were a second home to me.

Even though I always came back to my flat.

But my flat didn’t feel like home at that time.

Still doesn’t totally anyway.

Don’t have too much to say about march. Don’t remember much, anyway.

Oh yeah, the Arnaud’s birthday party.

What a mess.

Also Hélène’s birthday party.

Little better.