Last year my brother and I couldn’t get enough of the Darth Vador Volkswagen ad.

In France, we’re used to extend our wishes all January long until the 31st. It’s perfectly acceptable. Receiving greetings from my business partners as early as mid December makes me feel awkward. Anyway. I wish you happiness, health and wealth.

God, my alarm rang at 4:15 am today. Don’t know why. But I didn’t check it. Just shut it off. I got my breakfast, showered, got dressed and ready to go, had a look at the clock … 5 am!!! Couldn’t believe it. Now it’s time to go. See you

I read this in the Newsweek – 18 April 2011 at my gym club. (It was after my exercise routine, not during … ), and thought …. OMG, it’s me, I will live longer and end up still alive at 100-year-old. An old granny who cannot takes cares of herself and should rely on others to do so. I guess the Queen Mom of my host country had been living the luckiest eldery on earth. At 100, she was still taken care of and surrounded by her beloved rather than aliens in some nursery … Okay, it’s not the only thing we’ll never share … And I have bizarre thoughts on Friday mornings!

Anyway, I should find a way to get rich, otherwise I’m ahead of a painful end of life.I am off to have breakfast in Notting Hill. Should it taste good, I’ll post pics! I promise.

It’s been so long that I haven’t visited my own blog that I hardly remember my password to log in.

It’s done. I’m a proud Londoner for 1 week and 3 days, 7 hours, and 50 min, 23 sec, 25, 26, anyway… And I enjoy. I enjoy so much being there. I enjoy having moved on from Paris. I enjoy having moved on into a newly minted neighborhood in that it’s not only a different place, but also it’s different cultures. People speak so much different languages around me.

I opened my british bank account on Thursday and went right away to open an internet connection … I can’t have one before mid march. My building is a new development, the phone is not yet set up and BT (Yeah British Telecom) engineer cannot come before mid March. Can you believe that? A western modern country inside Europe … Shame on them.

Therefore I’m at the McDonald’s every evening to sip a cup of hot chocolate, and 2 times a day every week end to have an espresso and get connected to the world through. I didn’t think I would say that after having cursed McDo just one year ago, so but it S-A-V-E-S my day. What’s amazing about it all is that the manic dieter I am may find some interest to pull McDo’s door once in a while.

I’ll try to post more often … Let’s say once every 2 week times … I’m kidding. Thing is I’m fitting smoothly in. I spend more time commuting (2 hours everyday vs.hardly 1 before: it’s huge!). I need some furniture to store all my clothes properly. Some grocery shopping habits needs to be changed. Supermarket chains are different. I need to find the ones that suit me best. Needs to find a local market as well for fresh fruits and special products. I heard about Notting Hill’s. No more cheese. As milk is not sterilized as it is in France, I can’t store it for 2 weeks. No more Evian bottles delivered at home : I need to carry them on from the supermarket. No more Pierre Hermé treat.

I just crossed the channel, and it’s a whole different life that I’m so excited to get in. I’m going to try to take pics and to deliver my first feelings. To take the blog as kinda diary. It will be interesting to get back to it in one, two or three year and say: ok it was how I felt.

I’m in the Alps for Xmas. The plan is resting, being taken care of by family, eating foie gras, smoked salmon, scallops, chocolate delicacies, drinking nespresso, and fueling myself before the year to come that will be as rich as 2010: I’m moving out to London!!

Merry Christmas. Thanks for cheering on me and reading my blog.

Do you see some common places between both photos hereafter?

I came thru the making of of Kate Moss and Gaspard Ulliel advertising for Longchamp back in 2008 at Cafe de Flore, Paris.
I missed this campaign as I were living in the US that year. The campaign renders the whole Paris cliché picture with the intimate and vintage interior of Café de Flore. Look at this cup of tea. Today, you find that out only at your grandmother countryside home. Yet, it’s not the campaign itself that’s stunning. It’s more the characters.