April 19, 2012 § Leave a comment

On my way, Cocoon

That’s the French pop folk. Enjoy!


When I grow up…

April 17, 2012 § Leave a comment

by Isabelle Kessedjian

…I will be a bakery owner (or a crime fighter just like Fantômette).

That was my dream job when I was 5 or 6. I still remember my sisters and I doing business at our imaginary bakery. Small felt-tip colored pieces of paper were our bank bills and buttons the coins. My favorite role was the cashier. I would always convince my sisters to play the oh-so-important role of the bread baker or to be the client. They say it is authoritarian, I say it is participative leadership.

What is funny is that I actually did study business although I don’t want to run a bakery anymore. I think one can have in a life three dream jobs: a “could have been possible”, a “possible” and a “still possible” dream job. The first is about dreams and glitter (I wanted to be a rock star or a piano soloist). The second is about talent or skills (I can be a marketer or an interior designer). And the third is about change (I could do something completely different).

What about yours?

Spring rolls

April 2, 2012 § Leave a comment

Dear dear readers,

I have been very boring this past couple of weeks…hence the yellow roses. Please accept my sincere apologies. I know you longed for my fantastic posts, the incredibly interesting subjects, my amazing style and legendary humor… But let’s forget about these painful moments. Spring is here!

We have lunch on terraces, picnic in parks on the week-ends, can’t go out without our sunglasses and would die to bring the sunscreen too. And we all look healthier. Why? Because the weather is great, sky is blue over our heads, trees are leafy, flowers blossom, and I already ran to the pharmacy for a box of Aerius.

Spring is always a reminder of the nature that surrounds me. It reminds me its strength and beauty, its breath and movement. I think it is a season during which we are the spectators of time. We watch changes and evolution. We are the witnesses of things that disappear and things that are created.

Where Am I?

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