Un peu froid un peu. Just a little cold, a little.

Funnily enough, I used to forget my gloves sometimes in the UK, but when it's -10 degrees, somehow, your brain just switches to survival mode and won't let you forget your gloves.
Who the f*ck goes out for a walk at -10 anyways? Just me?

C'est marrant, des fois en Angleterre j'oubliais mes gants, mais en fait quand il -10 degrés ton cerveau se met en mode survie et te laisse juste pas oublier tes gants. Quel débile sort quand il fait -10 de toute façon? Juste moi?

Business Portrait

Photography © Léa Habourdin

Asama- Yama and Usagi

Nan mais parce qu'il faut commencer mignon, sinon...

heavy metal shamisen

Another wtf moment: between laughing at loud (like really, I was laughing so loudly the cat looked at me weird) at the Japanese music channel (you wouldn't believe what cheap 90's special effect they dare using today, nor would you believe the lyrics they sing in English - the facial expression proving that they don't have the slightest idea of what they are saying) and folding tiny clothes, I was looking for some shamisen music and found some heavy metal shamisen music.
Hmmmm...yes. I said heavy metal shamisen music. Seriously.

cat hair cut

Pour Lea.
Je cherche un coiffeur pour des cheveux bleu. Sur la page du staff, ils mettent leur chat:
http://www.watanabe-hair.com/the_team.html

Gniiiiigh.

:D

fautes oh.

I won't get a new digital SLR.
I want to remarry my Yashica, before going to Israel next year, before continuing GPF.
I missed it. In my eyes.
I will use a beautifully fast compact for glimpses of life, and my Yashica for everything that matters.
And maybe get another one while I'm here.

Discovery of the day (Ginny, Tom, doesn't this just make you feel in awe?)

February Tokyo (Video)

new pen

Tokyo February - Tokyo Fevrier - 東京 二月

Winter sun on a wooden corner above the trains,
a break half way between Tokyo Station and Shinjuku
half way between me and the others.
naaahhhh...Whatever. Just another excuse to down a matcha latte.

First week end out. First day of February.
First steps in Tokyo again, I stumbled upon the same kaiten sushi I used to eat at every day. Somehow up there my brain took me where good cheap food was, though I couldn't tell you where it is to save my own life.

Amongst other things, this week end in tokyo was made of, in no particular order:

golden dry grass smelling like summer,
Hazuki-san, muse-mother-friend I cannot not record one way or another, Yuichi-san, a friendly face and voice amongst the masses of glass and metal of Shinjuku,
a saturday night screening of To Catch a Thief to give my poor feet a break
(-where's the screen please?
-On floor 11.
-I'm sorry? The cinema screen?
- Yes, on floor 11...?
welcome to vertical urbanism) ,
a wooden capsule bed in a hostel that was so cheap you feel the floor with your hips through your futon, walking with one shoe on and the other in my hand in the middle of the night searching the public bath,
buying cute stamps and ink and paper letter and drawing paper, drawing pens made in japan for something like 2 pounds each (sorry guys),
crossing my eyes in front of zoom mics in what you think is just a computer shop but happens to be 3 f*cking building with 7 floors of anything electronicamerapplestuff ever produced on planet earth the last 3 years (you HAVE to ask for your way out or you risk sleeping in there, there is so much stuff on so many floors even with a map and compas you would get lost, it's like diving, there's no more sky no more ground no direction nothing but electronic stuff, everywhere you look),
a botanical garden with warm moist air and kindness from two awesome people,
matcha dango watching passers by in a station, seeing in complete disbelief  hundreds of people queuing for the store/mall/gigantic store/small city of shops on sunday morning, eating my own weight in onigiri,
spending a fortune on plasters for my feet (who the hell puts on new shoes to walk a city, man I can be dumb sometimes, damn), recording the sound of the underground a little, rethinking my photography practice camera wise, feeling the underground passing 9 floors underneath me while falling asleep and loving it each time.

Extraordinary.

You have been warned: