He turned his blood into a river

The air was weighty with the smell of bitter herbs; on the roof tiles baby lizards were broiling in the sun; on the terrace, in some big ceramic pots, I was proudly growing thyme, rosemary, lavender, and some sunflowers. A helicopter carrying a sky banner was advertising the merits of a local painter, and let …

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African daisies

Sometimes Marion descends the stairs surrounded by white light, wearing a long linen dress, her hair attached in a pony tail with a narrow strip of lace, opens the letter box and reads very seriously the electricity and phone bills: these news make her laugh or cry. Sometimes our neighbours make fun of her and …

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The portrait

We lie scattered on the side of the road, at some distance from each other, because we had a fight. A falcon is flying in circles up in the sky; in the distance, a rusty windmill will rotates slowly. I’m wearing cheap trainers and a vintage fur bolero, dyed in purple. I go back to …

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The splendid hat

Mademoiselle T.M. always knew she had been destined for a great love. Around the time when her beauty was at its peak (she didn’t know it yet), two artists, rivals but full of admiration for each other, started to feel intense love for her, and Mademoiselle T.M., overwhelmed with attention and gratitude, understood that soon …

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This silly dress

  How strange to enter a cathedral late at night (because you heard trumpet music wildly magnified by the arches) just to find a lover from eight years before waiting there. What can you say then, surrounded by the melodical screams of the ten trumpets forming the unknown band? “I never expected to see you …

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Scars

  I was sitting on the couch, wiping a silver ashtray with acetone. Marion was out for a drink with a philosophy professor she sincerely despised. “Why do you indulge him then?” I asked. “I am fascinated by his innocent brutality. He doesn’t have a clue about the real world, he’s very naive.” After I …

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Let’s sing in our sleep like birds

  One evening we went to the museum, to the opening of an exhibition of blood sculptures of people and horses. I started to talk to the artist and pointed towards Marion, who was vomiting in a corner of the room, telling him that I would like him to do a sculpture of us two. …

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Come say hi!

Dear all, On Thursday the 9th of October at 18.30 I will show some of my photos at L’Antre Autre (11 rue Terme, Lyon), come have a glass of wine with me! The exhibition will be on from the 9th of October to the 30th of November 2014.