find some beautiful place to get lost

It has been a while. 

A good while to be honest.

A while where I discovered new music, got lost in literature and daydreams on the metro and everywhere imaginable and unimaginable in Paris. Sometimes accompanied by a friend, a beutieful boy or 

tune.

Sometimes completly alone.

There were such events as the fashion week, brass concerts, flea markets and wine coloured nights and eventhough everything seems beyond belief, nostalgia hits me somedays out of this autumn-clear sky 

and it makes me wondering:

when you are a child, you say things like, my life will be like this, this and this...

  somehow such an attitude towards life and expectations turns into something else over the years. 

Into "C'est la vie."

I'm not there yet, but even cottoncandytime ends someday like the amazing Lemmy Killmister said:

"The older you get, the less you can believe. It's not your fault, you know. It just comes to you that everything isn't corn flakes and skittles and beer."

and  all we can do to not go there is...

 photography Cecil Beaton and me