dimanche 23 novembre 2008

First snow

The dogs  had told a secret

and the snow had started to fall.

The trees were fighting,

The lovers were walking

and the bird was flying.

Only the leaves did not move anymore, prisoners of their ice coffin.

mercredi 19 novembre 2008

Let's talk about me!

Yes, let's talk about me! Two or three things to know about the Parrots that most of people don't know...

Firstly, they use to live in cocoons and not in nests as those stupid animals documentary claim!

They like to put images all around them.

They love ukuleles offered by the lovers and the soft scarves people made for them.

The family pictures are close to their heart.

Mamie Claire and my cameras.  

Small aside : there is months, I've made an article to introduce Edith, Milou, Pierre and the pola-without-name to you.
I've found films for Edith, but but but, the nice photographer who put the film in my camera did it wrong because it doesn't work. Too bad.
Otherwise, for Milou, apparently we can find films only in England, so I just have to go to the treacherous Albion (as would say the Father) to get some, perfect timing : I'm going there for Christmas!
And about Pierre, I didn't try it yet. I have to!

The Parrot's parents (pronounce it fastly and several times).

They listen to good music. (Vote!)

Because my nickname is Clochette (Tinkerbell).

The Parrots like Polaroïds,

books, notebooks, pencils, nibs, images and their computer (the name of this one is Pompom).

It's a cocoon with bathroom!

And I'm a Parrot with mermaid's atrophied tail but I can walk on my celling!

The Park

samedi 8 novembre 2008

I'm sure that the favourite season of Richard Avedon was Fall

     There is a bit more than a month, I came back from Paris and I realized that Fall was here! I'm so used to have a very short Fall, somewhere between mid-November and Winter...
     Anyway, the weather was wonderful on that day and the light in the leaves was magnificent... I've collected every red and yellow things, without to know what I'll do with, and once I've been in my cocoon, I put everything in the biggest book I had : a dictionary, of course. The point is that the dictionary wasn't mine and it has been a problem. And then I've seen the beautiful book of Richard Avedon I had for my birthday, it took care of them until today because I've decided they were dried enough (I mostly needed the room for the orchids which were just fallen), so I took them out.
     But, in turning the pages, I realized that some of them suit very well with the piece of art of the famous photographer, and it was pretty funny because the tittle of that book is Mise en Scène.
     Result: chance immortalization.