There are certain things in life, that always put me right back on my feet and make me appreciate what I’ve got and most of all what surrounds me.
Enjoy and be humbled
I only feel alive when my mind is busy, my hands are full and my heart is racing with the blissfulness of creating. After all ain’t all living things the most beautiful and perfect of all creations?…so forth that our very existence find it survival by creating life itself. And so you must create! You must live!
Good Evening everyone, Good Morning wherever you are and the sun is rising
Just so I can keep track of my work in a tidy fashion
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Nite Nite xx
Saturday relaxing drawing
/whispers of a new project?
I was going through some pictures and found this little bunch of captured moments.
This is one of my favourite photo shoot and one of the very first one made in our little home studio :3
It reminds me of some old GAP adverts or Benetton
Photography by: Raphael Frank
Frank the photograph! <3
It hurts when you smile
Because you never quite smile for her.
And the cracks on each side of your cheeks
Stand like the marks on her heart,
Left by your dagger when it sticks.
It hurts when you laugh
Because you always seems to laugh at her
Foolish little girl, hoping to somehow win you over.
Foolish little Heart who never know when to stop or when to start.
It hurts when you love
Because it’s never her you love as much
Just the little things about her where Her is not enough.
This year I did not plan any resolution, I did not wrote a list of things that will need to do or change. Instead I kept my taught secrets; remembering a TED speech in which the speaker was advising to not tell the things you are planning on doing as you’re more likely to delay on doing them or won’t do them at all.
And to my surprise keeping those resolutions quiet, pushed me to get things into motion and actually get things done.
(adding a number 6 to the list :3)
I plan on keeping this new habit, even after I complete the event
(working on personal projects)
The rest has not happen yet so I will not say any more…remember
The less you tell the more you do :3
To build a house can be a journey, but how easy is it to build a home? Children knows best when it comes to that.
I remember as a child, building a home was plain simple. My brothers and I shared a room with bank beds, all we needed was two large bed covers… literally! We would let the sheets drop from the top and covers the lower bed to create a closed little tent. According to our mood or role-play, this little cave would turn into a space ship or cosy recluse sanctuary to cocoon and have sweet dreams.
As we grow up, most people (including myself) tend to lose this need of building a special place inside their home. Maybe because many feel a house/home is already one’s special place… but I often feel in my own house, that sometimes I need that space where I can retire at peace to read a book, take a nap or just cosy up with my loved one.
The same way one finds a crowded place to lack of air, and feels a sense of confinement, I sometimes find a closed, small space to be very refreshing and nurturing.
An indoor tent can be the answer to those who feel the same. A small escape, made of large pillows, warm duvet, books, sweets and often with someone to cocoon with.
Have a try. Build yourself a cave, because kids knows best when it comes to build castles and fortress out of books, boxes, towels and sheets. They know how to make a place where dreams come true, and story telling set the rhythm of happiness.
Since my Coyote is back in the Uk, what used to be “MY room” has become our “mini home” and underwent quite some changes.
Here is a lil DIY on how to embellish a wall.
You will need:
-Some pretty, quirky and fun items
-Some blue tack
Choose a wall and layout all your items. You can layout the items on the table first, it will give you an idea on how it will look, keep arranging them to your satisfaction.
I’ve picked things I found around in my room and some are my favourite gems, collected or given by loved ones.
Feel free to arrange everything according to your own taste! And remember you can keep on adding/removing items as the time goes by
Love and Blessings !
Everyone has heard of the saying “Give and Take”.As many I use to believe that in order to make things work in a relationship, we should go by the “good” compromise of give and take. That in order to be happy and balanced I should give a bit of myself and take a bit of my partner. I never really liked that saying, something always bugged me about it, but I’ve never been able to pin point why I felt that way until I had a conversation with my Coyote! (Boyfriend)
He told me that when he was in school, I think it was during the Christmas period, they would play a game for breakfast or lunch, they had to pass each other food to be able to eat. You were not allowed to take any food or drink for yourself but only to give or receive it from someone else. The aim of the game was to ensure everyone would be eating out of the kindness (and awareness) of another person.
When I’m in a “Give and Take” mode, I feel like I’m mainly focusing on myself. I’m trying to meet my own needs and expectations measured by what I’m giving out. If I’ve been kind to you I expect you to be kind in return, not big deal but when I try to approach things with a “Give and Receive” attitude, I feel happier. There is no element of comparison and compromise anymore. He’s not nice because, I’m nice. He’s not loving because, I am. He’s nice because he is, He loves me because he does…I’m not taking anything from him – I don’t have to.
And I feel the same about the Lord. I want to give myself to him and receive him. When you receive someone, there is a sense of acceptance that you need or at least that you are willing to let that person be in your life and play a role.When I meditate on having a relationship with God, I don’t feel like it’s a give and take relation. When I give myself, my trust, my faith to him, I don’t feel like it allows me to take anything from him, because it does not. Instead it allows me to receive Him. Not only Him but the Word and the Truth too. It empowers me to accept the blessings – even the blessings in disguise, not because I can take them since I gave myself to Him, but because now that I gave myself to Him I can receive whatever is sent to me as He only wants what’s best for me.
“We need to give each other the space to grow, to be ourselves, to exercise our diversity. We need to give each other space so that we may both give and receive such beautiful things as ideas, openness, dignity, joy, healing, and inclusion. ” Max De Pree
One thing I love about living with my friends who are all very creative people, is that there is always something beautiful happening at our place. Art is on a daily basis at home – photography, music, animation, illustration…
This is what happens when we get together and jam around! Great voice, Great guitar, Great footage! Rolling!
Hope you’ll enjoy!
Monday, 12th of November 2012.
“When we take “things” for granted, we forget to desire the “things” we already have”
The Night had crawled to the steps of her door,
And disguised the Sun under some pretty stars,
Veiled in sorrow, whipping her brother from afar,
From dusk to dawn Antigone mourned the beloved a little more.
Performing the last sacrament, despite Creon’s law
Herself, like the dead only answer to Divine Law.
Now the Night had slept away in this desolated ground,
And brought forth the Sun with Light and Sound.
The trumpets chanting Creon’s oath,
Cloaked in pride and glory, with ropes around her throat,
Antigone choose death over an open wound,
And now Haemon and Eurydice mourn,
OH! How they mourn!
To Love a Stranger
When the stranger passes by, on the busy street,
The soul quiet and shy stares, longing for a while
And all over he lays a lovely secret.
Perfuming the air, with the fragrance of an eye
His figure, tall and slim, swaying with the shadow
Fading away, He passes, breaking hearts on the go
-“O Rage, O Misery”, cries a soul in agony
And another – “Sees me not, if you shall leave me”
And all, Virgins and Wives, full of promises untrue
Curses the man they all loved and who never knew
Lamentation to a Camera
She work Day and Night, since the beginning of Time
She never sleeps watching with her vengeful eye
Praise thy Beauty ! Vanity she’ll lead you astray
Give her your soul and skin! Just as did Dorian Gray.
She will lie to you, in camera obscura,
And make you appear in shaded light , O Venus!
O Apollo! Hear the sound of the camera.
Restless Harpy, her appetite is ferocious.
What else can you do, tantalised by her ora?
O febrile subject, won’t you be more audacious?
Strike a pose, smile, “Cheese” and “fierce” as would say Tyra!
O camera, Camera who don’t forgive any mistake.
Bring them to light, too big, too small, too fat , too tall
And in their innocence and their beauty, we take
All these moments, framed by memories into our soul.
When I was younger I used to see little people running behind me while I was working, it was a weird sensation, because I knew they were behind me minding their own business and making sure I would not spot them. In my head I would hear them whispering plans in order to escape my watchful eye, and in reality it was almost as if I could hear these lil’ voices plotting behind my back, and the moment I would turn to catch them it would be just a glimpse of little people fading in corners of my room. I know it sound all crazy and it was probably only my over-heating imagination playing tricks on me, but these are memories and sensations of my childhood which I like to look back and smile, cherishing them a little longer and secretly hoping I might see these little people again.
So tonight I just finished some artwork I had started few month ago, remembering these little monsters.
Some pictures I took from my first trip to Sweden in 2010.
Ever since that day and whenever I’ve had the chance to visit it again, this country has grown in me a little more. I’m hoping that one day I will get to settle down in its marvellous landscape and enjoy an easy way of living, mixing tradition, modernity and healthy food.
I had the chance to go back home in France some weeks ago, and needless to say that there is no place like home to feel resourced and strengthen. One of my favourite thing to do when I am there, is to go through all of my books and each time bring back a couple with me to England. I love reading. Before my love for drawing, being lost or I should say find yourself inside a book was my favourite pastime while growing up.
Among the books I’ve read this year a couple where in English: The Great Gatsby (F.Scott Fitzgerald.); The Sorrows of Young Werther (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe); A thousand Shall Fall (S.Hasel Mundy)… and they’ve all become part of my all time favourite books.
I’ve got used to read books in English and started to enjoy it, but it’s never quite the same. Reading something in French always feels, dare I say it, better. I know it is only because French is the language I’ve grew up with, but the richness of vocabulary, the abundance of emotion words can give in that language is beyond any other language I know (and I speak 5 different languages) Plus there is something different to read a novel in it’s original form.
So I brought back with me two of my favourite and long time cherished book: Les Liaisons dangereuses (P.C. de Laclos) and Les Fleurs du Mal (C. Baudelaire)
For those who never heard of “Les Fleurs du Mal” nor of Baudelaire… shame on you! (just kidding) It is a collection of poetry first published in 1857. The main theme of the poems is decadence and eroticism, causing the author to be prosecuted for “outrage au bonnes moeurs” (an offence to good morales and public decency) when it was first published and some poems were ban till 1949.
Today when I read any of this poems, I can see which ones may have been offensive for their time, but the relevance up to this day is undeniable. The struggle between our carnal and prime needs and what Society, Rules and God expect of us acctually puts us in constant conflict with those entities and ourselves.
Baudelaire catches frankly and beautifully those battles we engage into, each day of our life. Some of this battles last a moment, a second with the sight of a beautiful woman, read“A une passante”
Now that Les Fleurs du Mal, is always in the bottom of my handbag, I like to pick it up and read some poems when I’m in the tube or at lunch time.
This morning among a couple I’ve read, L’Homme et la Mer really touched me.(clic on the title for an English translation)
L’Homme et la mer
Homme libre, toujours tu chériras la mer!
La mer est ton miroir; tu contemples ton âme
Dans le déroulement infini de sa lame,
Et ton esprit n’est pas un gouffre moins amer.
Tu te plais à plonger au sein de ton image;
Tu l’embrasses des yeux et des bras, et ton coeur
Se distrait quelquefois de sa propre rumeur
Au bruit de cette plainte indomptable et sauvage.
Vous êtes tous les deux ténébreux et discrets:
Homme, nul n’a sondé le fond de tes abîmes;
Ô mer, nul ne connaît tes richesses intimes,
Tant vous êtes jaloux de garder vos secrets!
Et cependant voilà des siècles innombrables
Que vous vous combattez sans pitié ni remords,
Tellement vous aimez le carnage et la mort,
Ô lutteurs éternels, ô frères implacables!
— Charles Baudelaire
Men are like the Sea, strong, stubborn and cruel, yet it is fluid, changing and mysterious. We all carry secrets, buried in the deepest corner of our heart and mind, secrets that no one knows, just like the abyss of the sea .
For more poems with their English translation visit:
Images: google Charles Baudelaire; Ddiarte
“1-In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
2-And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
3-And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
Monsieur Coyote ( the BF) and I are soon to move in together. I’m really looking forward to be back living with him all year round again. I’ve lived in a shared house the all year, while he was back to his home town in Sweden. We never really lived just the two of us, we were always sharing with friends, so this feels more special…a big and important step somehow.
My dream home would be a little wooden house, a bit like a cabin but perhaps bigger…
A house that lives with you, where the wooden floors crack underneath your feet. A house with a dodgy door that moan and lingers to shut when you push it in our out. A little house lost in the woods or by a river surrounded by foggy hills, where wild beasts flashes by at dawn. A home that is quiet and only whisper like a soft apology to Nature for being the ugly duckling in her land. But it would be a home full of life inside, and warmth by the fireplace. A home were people tells stories and love one another with kindness and a racing heartbeat like a child holding a puppy. The worries of the world would stay outside, and we would argue sometimes only to love one another deeper. And the wolf would huff and puff, but our little home will stand its ground.
What would be your dream home?
For more Beautiful images of little Cabin house visit====> Cabin Porn
I’ve been a busy bee this past two weeks, working, traveling…resulting on an empty lonely looking blog.
It really feels like my world got upside down at times. Not so much in a bad way, in which I felt like I had lost track, but more like a good kick in the butt that shakes your head and makes thing clearer. I feel resource and focus!
Resource because I got to go home in France, to the countryside in the outskirt of Paris, where I spent a long weekend with family and friend. Even though it was manic at the office when I got back; and by the end of the week I was literally exhausted, I’ve managed to work a fair bit on a project I’ve joined in, with a friend of mine. (I’ll make a post about it in the days to come)
I find it very healthy and grounding to keep doing something you are interested in. Something you can call your own, independent of what you “have to do” for x reasons that life, society, and so on imposes on us.
Sometimes I feel like I never take the time to rest and do nothing, like lazing up in bed or just watch a movie without working on the side. But when I draw I feel like I’m resting, maybe it is not physical, but my mind comes at peace when I let my imagination and creativity be free, when I do something the way I want it to be done, regardless of any other purposes than to achieve my own personal satisfaction; when I allow myself to do that I feel rested and happy.
So I was indeed very busy for the past two weeks, but I feel like an hourglass that just got flipped, and it is pouring slowly the sand of time. It barely makes a sound and it is gentle and soft.
I’m upside down in a good way, things feels right and all my inner conflict are quiet.
Lila Soul. Xo’
Good Morning Princesses & Coyotes!
I’ve been working on this little video as a surprise for my boyfriend Zachris, aka “Didou” by me.
Not much of a surprise since he knows I was doing it. I can hardly keep my mouth shut when I’m working on something exciting but he has not seen it so hopefully he will be pleased by the result, and I hope it gets a bit of a “wowzer” effect on him.
I spent the summer, between Sweden and Finland this year. I went to Sweden for their traditional “Midsommar” celebration, which is held towards end of June. I can honestly say it was such a lovely experience and you could feel a warmth, genuine happiness and heart felt sympathy for one another, in everyone’s attitude (except for that fat man who refuse to held my hand, when we danced around the flower pole…oops, You don’t say) Somehow people felt happier than ever. And I fell more than ever in loved with Sweden…I will make post about that at some point.
After that we went to Finland, where I got to finally meet Didou’s older sister, Maria. What a sweet, charismatic young woman she is! I never wished for a sister, as I’ve always got along better with boys, but I would have sure loved to grow up looking up at someone like her.
During my stay I took plenty of lovely pictures and probably filmed as many short clips of our everyday activities of Didou and I. These two short breaks, have now gone into “my best holiday ever” little folder, locked in a little blue drawer in a secret garden where my heart and mind likes to dwell.
What was your best holiday experience Princesses & Coyotes? What or who made it so special?
Now let’s see that video, shall we?
Hope y’all enjoy!
Des Bisous xo’
Hello Princesses & Coyotes
As this is my first post it’s going to be very formal, but hopefully not boring! Thinking of it, it’s indeed a boring post, but keep reading it might just get exciting!
So! This is the first blog I am starting. When I say blog, I mean an open window, a corned diary of my everyday? (This is yet to be decided) life, interest, travels, experiences, and opinions…ok you get the picture.
Obviously I have open pages before, created a website, I even made a tumbler once as part of a job application…and I have a Facebook.
But all of these platforms serve a professional purpose, such is my website: imlimitededition.yolasite.com
(You’ve just witnessed free advertising lol)
Having this blog feels more like having a giant virtual bin! I can put in it everything I like, say whatever I want to say, share a little bit of myself and possibly get to know some Princesses and Coyotes out there.
That’s all for the moment, time for bed now!
Des Bisous xo’
Dear Daily Mail it would be nice if you could be more thorough on the articles which are being published on your website! I came across this article, and felt the association between African hairstyle and slavery was totally inappropriate and completely untrue. African woman have been braiding their hair and those of their children, long before colonialism and slavery began! So to say our hair style is inspired by slavery is completely inaccurate and offensive! You are spoiling a great article and a great tradition by giving wrong information and perpetuating a race stigmata that African only rhymes with slavery, or that slavery is the major influence of anything coming out of Africa and African traditions. Please review your articles titles before posting or educate your staff!
The article===> here