I'm sleepless, like the three last nights before. And I'm dreamy, melancholic, I wrote a lot of sites, just filled with my thoughts. The time isn't running. And I feel so many things at one time. But in the end, I'm not able to think any clear thought. So I'm waiting for the sun to come out. I'm waiting till it seems like the night never existed. That's what I have to do. Waiting...

 

 

so lovely, so guilty, so sad

 

Pretty summer wishes

 

 

 

 

Natalie Clifford Barney (1875-1972) at the age of 10 (painting by Carolus-Duran)

Jane Morris painted by Dante Gabriel Rossetti as Proserpine (1874)

mon amie la rose

today I feel sad like a litte lonesome girl

Yes, I know, the sun is shining, it feels like 100° outside. But me....the little girl in her flower pyjama... she is sad and crying..  Sad because of the world, sad because of herself. And she's just looking at beautiful pictures but she doesn't feel better. She's not better just because there are flowers everywhere, no. I guess the lite girl needs a beer. That's the only thing with alcohol she's got here. The girl doesn't even want to paint or write anything, doesn't want to watch one of her films playing Catherine Deneuve or someone else french. Or dream about travelling and live in a dreamy castle or meet some writers in a café and drink wine with them.. What a sad little cute girl she is...

 

 

juergen teller

 

 

“Five ways to spot a proper Parisienne” by Bali Barret from the Gentlewoman, issue 5

Handbags are not pets
“She’ll dump her Kelly bag on the restaurant floor-none of that giving it its own chair to sit on.” 
Traffic regulations
“She never crosses the road at a pedestrian crossing. Life’s too short and rules are made to be broken.” 
Navy is important
“She prefers the richness of all kinds of (French) navy to the ubiquitous black.” 
Co-ordination
“She changes her perfume like her scarves, on a daily basis. Perfume counts as an accessory, after all.” 
Time and motion
“She always sleeps in her jewelry. Why take it off in order to put it all back on again the next morning.” 
 

interview with simone de beauvoir

INTERVIEWER
And how do you rank yourself among contemporary writers?
DE BEAUVOIR
I don’t know. What is it that one evaluates? The noise, the silence, posterity, the number of readers, the absence of readers, the importance at a given time? I think that people will read me for some time. At least, that’s what my readers tell me. I’ve contributed something to the discussion of women’s problems. I know I have from the letters I receive. As for the literary quality of my work, in the strict sense of the word, I haven’t the slightest idea.
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— The Paris Review | Simone de Beauvoir, The Art of Fiction No. 35

 

 

 

 

i'm off to read and drink wine the whole night

 

 

charles bukowski