Le samedi et le dimanche, on est à la coule.
Pas de religieuses massacrées, pas d'aigreur, pas de propositions malhonnêtes. Juste un dessin raté : je cherchais la tronche du serveur du Café de Faune pour le Ask Paulette "drinking cigarettes". Je le dessine et là je le trouve tout mou du buste, alors paf, une croix pour me souvenir de ne pas scanner ce dessin-là. Des fois la frontière est mince entre raté et pas raté.
En fait, ça repose beaucoup de voir un dessin raté, je trouve, sans savoir précisément pourquoi.
Reprise des hostilités lundi matin.
Bon dimanche et bon courage si vous avez prévu un pique-nique.
Love is wonderful. We don't need to talk anymore to understand each other. 
What ? It's not because we actually have nothing more to say to each other ?
And that I just can't bear anymore to see your face when I wake up ?
And that I can't wait to break such a lousy relationship ?
And that I want to feel free to meet interesting people
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Too bad I don't have the right interpretation...
So, let me introduce you to each other.
One says men marry brunettes and screw blondes.
Well, it was a joke. Hm hm.
One of you is pretty, sweet and funny and the other one is smart.
Let's see... what about a french kiss between you ?
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Question de Camille, photographe (http://www.camillelevert.com)
Hey Camille !
You always choose the right dress code.
The Yoda's dress code to go in the forest finding mushrooms...
The Gossips Girls' dress code to go to NYC...
So I suggest you do the same when you take photos. 
For example when you shoot Crazy Horses' girls...
... or butchers...
... or stilettos fetichists...
... or members of the Onanist Moustache Men Fond of Foie Gras club.
But above all you have to be confortable to shoot. 
So tie you up hair and...
and get a no sleeves tshirt.
In a word, my advice is simple :
