Chocolat

Back here, everything is too simple.
I am bored already of this way of living.

Leaving in a few days to Ibiza where I am not planning to live a jet set life but rather more a chilled out hippy one ?!
Of course I'll shower - what I mean is I won't hang out in those places where you only meet people that need to show off to feel they exist.

I can't stop thinking about september ... I will be moving to Paris, therefore the nightmare of packing hunts me. I have so many things in London that I have to move. So many souvenirs I am leaving behind me.
So what to think about Paris ? Beautiful city, great food, gorgeous guys, but then will it all satisfy my needs? Won't I miss british extravaganza?
To start again from zero scares me
But I guess I am getting used to it.

Eating a slice of Cote D'or, my thoughts vanish
That is all I needed

Love
B
+NY

Le retour

I have, a few hours ago, come back from NY. A city in which I did not feel a stranger, and in which I gained some weigth because of their sometimes, delicious, gastronomy.

Met charismatic, beautiful, smart, kind, open minded, outgoing and interesting persons.

Unforgetable moments.
If I told you I was on the backsit of a Triumph wearing a golden helmet and rode from Manhattan to Brooklyn, would you believe me?

My eyes were wide open during this whole month of july, so wide, that the air conditioning made them red, so red, that when I got home my mother was wondering if I did not take a flight to Jamaica instead of NY.

I have been taking my leica with me everywhere, some of the rolls have already been processed, therefore I am posting some of the pictures - still without scanner! Excuse my lazyness to go and get one.

My brain is crashing, I drank a litre of coffee to stay awake today and I can hardly write a proper sentence, the caffeine effect worked for a time but not anymore.

pardon me, I would prefer to stop it here as what I am writing might have no sense.

I will write soon,

love
B

Journey 02 / 07

4am
I can barely stand up
Two hours of sleep
Pale
I take my shower
Dress
Close my luggage
Carry it down the steps
Slip
Hold to the ramp
Relieved
Might be that this luggage is heavier than me
I head towards the dark kitchen
Grab blindly bread, butter, and raspberry jam
& Finally leave the house with a san pellegrino bottle under my arm

This is how began my 14 hour journey to NY.