Welcome Autumn

There is a moment in the year, somewhere in the middle of September, where you feel that a change is gonna come. Morning breeze is fresh and days start to become slowly shorter and shorter, light is not so bright anymore and everything sets an unspeakable different tone. Autumn is coming. There is a part inside of me that sings to summer Let’s Stay Together and wishes that him and I could smoothly continue our dance. Him shining on me and I, playingRead more

And the point is, to live everything

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.” RainerRead more

I wish I knew how

“I wish I knew how It would feel to be free I wish I could break All the chains holding me” “Well I wish I could be like a bird in the sky How sweet it would be If I found I could fly I’d soar to the sun And look down at the sea And I sing ’cause I know How it feels to be free.” Lyrics Nina Simone Photography all rights reserved Carole ReyRead more

Pure Love

“For a long time, I thought that the role of the artist was to shake the public. Today, I want to offer him on stage what the world, that became so hard, doesn’t give him anymore: moments of pure love.” Pina Bausch Photography all rights reserved Carole ReyRead more

Souvenirs

Since a week or two, for a reason or an other, I have Baudelaire’s poem A une passante in my mind.  The verses ” Ô toi que j’eusse aimée, ô toi qui le savais!”/”O you whom I would have loved, O you who knew it!” haunt my mind, like an endless rhapsody. I studied this poem when I was in high school and then at university; it’s a classic and you are expected to master all what it contains. But though I was trained toRead more

In my solitude

Last week I went to the local market. In the small (very) traditional city where I live (20k inhabitants), there are not much things to do. There is a tiny old harbour, one museum, few restaurants, couple of mainstream shops, supermarkets, a superb florist and eighteen hairdressers, yes eighteen. So you can satisfy your hunger, have a walk along old boats, visit the museum, treat yourself or your dear ones with beautiful bouquets and definitely change the color or theRead more