Mary Jane 's diary

Daydreamer

2011-08-04T11:20:00.004+02:00

2011-08-04T11:20:00.001+02:00

Clothed in sunlight
restled in waiting
dying of fever
Changed shapes of an empire
Starling invaders
Vast promissory notes of joy
Wanton, willful & passive
Married to doubt
Clothed in great warring monuments
of glory
How it has changed you
How slowly estranged you
Solely arranged you
Beg you for mercy

Jim Morrison

John S. Sargent

2011-07-07T21:40:00.001+02:00

The Bible

2011-06-30T15:16:00.003+02:00

Winter's bone

2011-06-28T18:25:00.001+02:00

Nostalgia

2011-06-26T18:00:00.000+02:00

Just kids

2011-06-25T17:15:00.000+02:00

Pick-a-boo

2011-06-24T20:08:00.000+02:00

Accross the universe

2011-06-23T13:54:00.005+02:00

Words are flying out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva

John Lennon,1970

Strange dolls in flower rain

2011-06-21T17:45:00.004+02:00

Lady, Don't Fall Backwards

2011-05-28T14:44:00.000+02:00

Once upon a time
When the cold wind that blows
When the cold wind that blows in my heart
It was a summer breeze and she
Would meet me in Chinatown for opium and tea
And she always brought me flowers
But I spared you those old ballads
Or songs that I couldn't play
But every giro day
She'd dress me like a lady boy
And take me out of the way
Don't let the horse chase the new deal away, no
If we make love in the morning
I see your eyes look like two marbles in your head

Lady don't you fall backwards
C'mon and fall into my arms
Aw, don't you fall backwards
Well, I wouldn't want for you to come to any harm
Now tell me, if darkness comes
Then I will sing you a song
And I will love you forever
At least 'til morning comes
Lady don't you fall backwards
Come on and fall into my arms
Come on and fall into my arms

Pete Doherty

Fairy

2011-05-18T18:04:00.003+02:00

The Piano, Jane Campion

2011-05-15T08:35:00.001+02:00

Easter

2011-04-22T14:35:00.001+02:00

Alice...

2011-01-27T20:17:00.002+01:00

Mirror

2010-12-14T16:23:00.002+01:00

The virgin suicides, Jeffrey Eugenides

2010-12-10T20:24:00.002+01:00

"The Lisbon girls were thirteen (Cecilia), and fourteen (Lux), and fifteen (Bonnie), and sixteen (Mary), and seventeen (Therese). They were short, round-buttocked in denim, with roundish cheeks that recalled that same dorsal softness. Whenever we got a glimpse, their faces looked indecently revealed, as though we were used to seeing women in veils. No one could understand how Mr. and Mrs. Lisbon had produced such beautiful children. Mr. Lisbon taught high-school math. He was thin, boyish, stunned by his own gray hair. He had a high voice, and when Joe Larson told us how Mr. Lisbon had cried when Lux was later rushed to the hospital during her own suicide scare, we could easily imagine the sound of his girlish weeping.
Whenever we saw Mrs. Lisbon we looked in vain for some sign of the beauty that must have once been hers. But the plump arms, the brutally cut steel-wool hair, and the librarian's glasses foiled us every time. We saw her only rarely, in the morning, fully dressed though the sun hadn't come up, stepping out to snatch up the dewy milk cartons, or on Sundays when the family drove in their paneled station wagon to St. Paul's Catholic Church on the Lake. On those mornings Mrs. Lisbon assumed a queenly iciness. Clutching her good purse, she checked each daughter for signs of makeup before allowing her to get in the car, and it was not unusual for her to send Lux back inside to put on a less revealing top. None of us went to church, so we had a lot of time to watch them, the two parents leached of color, like photographic negatives, and then the five glittering daughters in their homemade dresses, all lace and ruffle, bursting with their fructifying flesh."

Witchcraft

2010-12-07T13:46:00.001+01:00

Un spot tourné par Angelo Pennetta pour l'enseigne anglaise Topshop.

Duality

2010-10-01T18:59:00.001+02:00

Your Catfish Friend

2010-09-20T19:05:00.000+02:00

If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by
one evening
when the moon was shining
down into my dark home
and stand there at the edge
of my affection
and think, "It's beautiful
here by this pond.I wish
somebody loved me,"
I'd love you and be your catfish
friend and drive such lonely
thoughts from your mind
and suddenly you would be
at peace,
and ask yourself, "I wonder
if there are any catfish
in this pond?It seems like
a perfect place for them."

Richard Brautigan

End of summer

2010-09-03T17:03:00.001+02:00

Poetic encounter

2010-06-11T11:14:00.002+02:00

Big crush

2010-05-31T11:43:00.002+02:00

Gros coup de foudre pour le travail d'une jeune artiste, Faustine Ferrer, et sa réinterprétation du mythe d'Alice...

Alice from faustine ferrer on Vimeo.

Flower rain

2010-05-20T16:31:00.002+02:00

ABC...

2010-05-12T16:33:00.001+02:00

John S. Sargent

2010-05-11T17:42:00.001+02:00

2010-05-07T16:42:00.003+02:00

An angel runs
Thru the sudden light
Thru the room
A ghost precedes us
A shadow follows us
And each time we stop
We fall

James Douglas Morrison

Lost

2010-04-30T17:31:00.002+02:00

Roman à clefs

2010-04-29T10:40:00.005+02:00

Le moment de création est comme une absolution magique, mais ça ne dure pas, je suis toujours une personne.
J'aimerais pourvoir me dissoudre en un poème.

Alizé Meurisse, Roman à clefs (éditions Allia)

Fly away

2010-04-28T08:01:00.000+02:00

My way...

2010-04-23T17:55:00.001+02:00

Sisters

2010-04-22T20:55:00.000+02:00

Blossom

2010-04-21T10:47:00.002+02:00

The countess

2010-04-19T18:04:00.001+02:00

Flirting mood

2010-04-17T17:00:00.000+02:00

Kitchen Garden

2010-04-09T16:00:00.002+02:00

I am Vertical

2010-04-07T16:13:00.000+02:00

I am Vertical

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimallight of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them--
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

Sylvia Plath

Finally Alice

2010-04-04T10:52:00.002+02:00

Pete Doherty by Elizabeth Peyton

2010-04-03T12:40:00.000+02:00

Danilo Buccella

2010-02-12T17:31:00.003+01:00

Memories

2010-02-02T19:13:00.000+01:00

Anna Karina

2010-01-31T08:44:00.000+01:00

Shadows

2010-01-26T10:37:00.003+01:00

Jim & Pam

2010-01-23T10:40:00.000+01:00

Angel

2010-01-21T18:20:00.002+01:00

Karen Kilimnik

2010-01-13T17:26:00.001+01:00

Loneliness

2010-01-11T17:04:00.002+01:00

Desert lands

2010-01-08T16:59:00.003+01:00

White

2010-01-07T17:46:00.002+01:00

Badlands

2010-01-07T12:59:00.001+01:00

Love...

2010-01-05T11:34:00.008+01:00

Sonnet

2010-01-03T11:44:00.000+01:00

OH! how I love, on a fair summer's eve,
When streams of light pour down the golden west,
And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest
The silver clouds, far - far away to leave
All meaner thoughts, and take a sweet reprieve
Fromm little cares; to find, with easy quest,
A fragrant wild, with Nature's beauty drest,
And there into the delight my soul deceive.
There warm my breast with patriotic lore,
Musing on Milton's fate - on Sydney's bier -
Till their stern forms before my mind arise:
Perhaps on wing of Poesy upsoar,
Full often dropping a delicious tear,
When some melodious sorrow spells mine eyes.

John Keats

Escape

2009-12-09T11:56:00.001+01:00

John Waterhouse

2009-11-15T11:46:00.001+01:00

Miss you Jack

2009-11-12T12:00:00.000+01:00

Picnic at Hanging Rock, Peter Weir

2009-09-09T13:22:00.001+02:00

Lost of innocence

2009-08-16T12:57:00.001+02:00

Thoughts of Mary-Jane

2009-07-22T17:55:00.003+02:00

Fairies

2009-06-18T12:07:00.001+02:00

Tess of the D'Urbervilles

2009-05-11T15:05:00.003+02:00

Spooky

2009-04-27T16:47:00.001+02:00

Packing

2009-04-02T17:05:00.003+02:00

Pretty Baby

2009-04-01T13:06:00.001+02:00

Angel

2009-03-27T16:25:00.001+01:00

Quarrel

2009-03-22T17:29:00.002+01:00

From the morning

2009-03-17T11:23:00.000+01:00

From the morning

A day once dawned, and it was beautiful
A day once dawned from the ground
Then the night she fell
And the air was beautiful
The night she fell all around.

So look see the days
The endless coloured ways
And go play the game that you learnt
From the morning.

And now we rise
And we are everywhere
And now we rise from the ground
And see she flies
And she is everywhere
See she flies all around

So look see the sights
The endless summer nights
And go play the game that you learnt
From the morning.

Nick Drake

Endless winter

2009-03-13T16:25:00.003+01:00

Strange day

2009-03-09T16:53:00.002+01:00

Mary Jane's place

2009-03-06T18:26:00.003+01:00

Nouvelle collaboration avec Dualité

2009-03-03T15:15:00.000+01:00

La revue d'art Dualité publie un de mes clichés dans sa troisième édition (mars 2009), actuellement en ligne.

Let it snow

2008-12-09T16:33:00.002+01:00

Happiness

2008-12-07T16:56:00.001+01:00

Waiting for X Mas

2008-12-01T16:23:00.002+01:00

Haunted mansion

2008-11-25T16:58:00.001+01:00

November

2008-11-18T16:39:00.003+01:00

In Heaven

2008-11-12T17:00:00.001+01:00

Ghosts stories

2008-11-07T14:51:00.003+01:00

Bitter sweet fall

2008-10-09T15:04:00.003+02:00

Je publie un portfolio dans la revue Dualité

2008-09-11T15:53:00.002+02:00

La revue d'art Dualité publie dix de mes photos dans sa seconde édition (septembre 2008), actuellement en ligne.

Me, myself & my double

2008-07-27T18:28:00.000+02:00

On the balcony

2008-07-24T15:20:00.003+02:00

Twins

2008-07-13T17:02:00.002+02:00

About a girl

2008-06-27T10:25:00.002+02:00

Curiosity

2008-06-17T17:05:00.003+02:00

The cousins

2008-06-16T17:09:00.003+02:00

Stuck in childhood

2008-06-09T17:41:00.002+02:00

Morning beauty

2008-05-07T17:11:00.001+02:00

Fairytale

2008-04-24T16:14:00.003+02:00

School picture

2008-04-21T18:12:00.001+02:00

A l'ombre des jeunes filles en fleur

2008-04-17T15:30:00.003+02:00

From the other side

2008-04-14T17:25:00.001+02:00

Between two shores

2008-04-12T17:51:00.003+02:00

Picnic at Hanging Rock

2008-04-10T09:24:00.003+02:00

Insomnia

2008-04-07T18:19:00.001+02:00

Early days of spring

2008-04-04T17:03:00.003+02:00

Hope

2008-03-21T18:24:00.001+01:00

In Wonderland

2008-03-04T17:40:00.002+01:00

Birds

2008-02-27T17:36:00.000+01:00

Place to be

2008-02-12T17:21:00.003+01:00

Picnic at Hanging Rock

2008-02-05T11:38:00.000+01:00