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Chapter 2

Réalisation, DP, editing : Camille Cotteverte / Colorgrading, FX : Cédric Rolando (
Featuring Ash Lendzion
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Blog prints- ‘dear printed reading material, thanks for having an end. The internet doesn’t have one so I never know when to stop’ (

Walking streets alone and eating dinner at tables for one — maybe with a book, maybe not — you’re left alone for hours, days on end with nothing but your own thoughts. You start talking to yourself, asking yourself questions and answering them, and taking in the day’s activities with a slowness and an appreciation that you’ve never before even attempted. Even just going to the grocery store — when in an exciting new place, when all by yourself, when in a new language — is a thrilling activity. And having to start from zero and rebuild everything, having to re-learn how to live and carry out every day activities like a child, fundamentally alters you. Yes, the country and its people will have their own effect on who you are and what you think, but few things are more profound than just starting over with the basics and relying on yourself to build a life again. I have yet to meet a person who I didn’t find calmed by the experience. There is a certain amount of comfort and confidence that you gain with yourself when you go to this new place and start all over again, and a knowledge that — come what may in the rest of your life — you were capable of taking that leap and landing softly at least once.

—Thought Catalog, “What Happens When You Live Abroad.” (via ablogwithaview)

I am not sure as of now about the ‘landing smoothly’ part but.. yes.

(Source: stucktoearth, via matchinacrocus)


you know what’s the worst about opening up?

meeting nothing; like, we never really think of that when reaching out, that it might be met with nothing

I have this problem a lot, here, in LA- I don’t know if it’s me because I’m French and them because they’re Americans, or if it’s just me (but the first option is way less scary)

and it hurts to be met with nothing, because then you have no option but to retract, and fast, before the entire thing rips you open from the crack you let them see

I hate this feeling

but I love what it makes me do
I reveal in the feeling
it sucks and I’ll cry a little before I fall asleep but I guess I learned something else, that I already knew- don’t be so quick dreaming about things, a little, yes, but you always go too far

so my only option is to come back, make a clean cut, and move on… to the next one.

(geeze, another one for you, letting go of things)

this whole ‘share your facebook movie’ that recounts all your time on the social network scares the shit out of me

(they might not be the worst but they’re the ones feeling the most like Big Brother. 1984 anyone?)


I have a blog somewhere on the internet that is not really accessible anymore

like a testimony of ‘the life before

like a journal, really. I wonder if there’s a way to print it, somewhere, because I should keep it, all of it

because now I know. Gosh, how miserable can we be?

it’s like two years- very intense years where 286 posts are going strong

(and I found a website that can make a book out of it. I’m gonna call it ‘Ma vie d’avant’. It also means I can delete this part of the internet now)

Emails from France should come with a warning

Looks like I need a place to vent…

Why is it that everybody seems so clinically depressed in France?
I mean not everybody everybody, obviously the President should be happy after snatching up the really pretty Julie G (my geeky and slightly college dude side is super close to saying ‘Good Game!’).

But for the rest?

Every words I hear from France is tainted with cold, and grey, and, to put it in a big word, depression. 
And here I am, waking up to the sound of ‘Happy’ by Pharrell and almost dancing my way to the gym.

And when the emails come…. news from France. Where people are at. How what I do here, what I film and put through images and sounds doesn’t resonate a bit for them- like, yeah, some parts are pretty, but it doesn’t really speak to us.


And then the immutable ‘but keep going, it’s important’. Patronizing much?

I know what I should expect- I’m the youngest, so oh well, but how can I not want to detach myself from all of that? Can I not answer? Bury my head in the sand until Springs comes to them?

This mess of words, expressing all the heartache that life brings, and is it because I’m young? Because somehow I haven’t forgotten to hope yet?

Or is it the Californian sun that allows me not to be so depressed like my peers?

France you scare me, so much- I’ll always look over my shoulder, waiting for you to swallow me in the same mal-être you cover everyone else.

As in- you’ll always be a part of me. Does it mean I have to be so damn unhappy?

Allow me a big ‘let’s hope not’.

Dear Tumblr,

My new short film ‘Found’ is finally online! Watch it, like it, share it!
With Ash Lendzion and Mark Underhill
Post Prod: Graphistman
Music: William Karadjian

I don’t know what to do with milestones.

Really, I mean, past a certain point, what does it even measure?

The life in between?

I have Iron Man and I’m losing. What now?

I have Iron Man and I’m losing. What now?