In 20 days, I move to India, I don't know for how long yet, it will depend of the 'pain' I'll have when I'll be there.
I don't realise I'm leaving, it's kind of unreal.
The fashion week starts next week, so I'm busy doing thousand of uninteresting things. I would be so much better in my small village in the South, than here, in Paris.
It's weird how's the thing can change in one year. One year, it's nothing, just 365 little days.
I like the picture I put above, I took in May. Of course I won't go to India by train (although it would be an extraordinary trip to go by that way), but it's how I feel currently. I'm nowhere.
