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.”