Les bouquins du mardi – Anaïs Sierro Bien que leurs terrasses aient rouvert, les bars demeurent encore fermés. Quoi de...
Les bouquins du mardi – Anaïs Sierro Qui est là? est certainement la question que l’on pourrait poser à l’auteure,...
The Christmas season has been over for a while now. But there's hardly a Christmas song that isn't still playing in our heads. The ones we hate in the stores or the ones we cherish under the tree. So why is our relationship with them so contradictory? And why does the music market continue to ride the «Christmas» wave? Perhaps and simply because, like every musical style, there are sub-categories. And in this case, there are two main ones: «melancholy» and «entertaining».
«Belladonna is one of those books that just slams.
Du génie emballé avec une comm' parfaite.
It's to the sounds of my record player squeaking, Bechet's clarinet and the night rain that I'm about to write this article. The mood is set. Vintage, jazz, romanticism and a theme, that of a director who has fascinated me for many years: Woody Allen. He was the first and only director to offer me films that seemed to come out of my head and his hallucinatory reflections, but also the first to penetrate my dreams and passions. Here's Allen from the «point of view» of what we'd call: an admirer.
The art of literary victimization
Tordue que cette réflexion? Je vous l'accorde.
Un voyage au sein d'une intime relation.