Les oeillets

And then he proposed me.

Out of the blue.

I guess I said yes 'cause I had nothing else to do. 

Psychology of Shame

Arrête tes conneries, Maddie. 
C'est pas parce que tu prétends que tu t'en fous que t'es pas déchirée de l'intérieur.

Combien de fois as-tu donné ton corps?
Combien de fois as-tu fermé les yeux pour ne pas voir qui le touchait?

J'ai les nageoires qui me démangent.
C'est comme quand j'avais 17 ans. 

Et je rêve encore de pouvoir casser les fenêtres pour qu'on m'harnache la camisole.

千禧曼波

She couldn't escape.

She always came back.

Millenium Mambo, 2001

Directed by Hou Hsiao Hsien
Starring Qi Shu

The breeze

48 thousands seas & your bottle in the middle.

Those words.
Her feet.
The cliff.
That sound. 

I'll keep on drinking iron waves 
- until you reach the bottom line
Whiskey Gin Vodka Darling Babes 
- when you'll be down, gimme a sign.

Series #1

Bottoms up ladies. 

It's bed time..

'Cause

this

is

where

you

lay

your

bones.

NB: I do not own the rights to the previous pictures. 

Plusieurs

Si tu pouvais écrire, tu dirais quoi?
Que toi aussi tu étais 3?!

Et puis Jolene au bout des bras, au bout des cils, au bout des doigts.  
J'en oubliais les autres sans même faire couler la vodka. 
  

Wanted

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or "starlet".

Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I Talk in a daze, I walk in a maze
I cannot get out, said the starling).

Where are you riding, Dolores Haze?
What make is the magic carpet?
Is a Cream Cougar the present craze?
And where are you parked, my car pet?

[...]

Oh Dolores, that juke-box hurts!
Are you still dancin', darlin'?
(Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts,
And I, in my corner, snarlin').

Happy, happy is gnarled McFate
Touring the States with a child wife,
Plowing his Molly in every State
Among the protected wild life.

My Dolly, my folly! Her eyes were vair,
And never closed when I kissed her.
Know an old perfume called Soleil Vert?
Are you from Paris, mister?

[...]

Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie?

Dying, dying, Lolita Haze,
Of hate and remorse, I'm dying.
And again my hairy fist I raise,
And again I hear you crying. 

Officer, officer, there they go--
In the rain, where that lighted store is!
And her socks are white, and I love her so,
And her name is Haze, Dolores.

Officer, officer, there they are--
Dolores Haze and her lover!
Whip out your gun and follow that car.
Now tumble out and take cover.

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Her dream-gray gaze never flinches.
Ninety pounds is all she weighs
With a height of sixty inches.