Montpellier — Sometimes, books are the shortest path from one point of the globe to another. This here is a picture of some travel writings books, taken in the bookstore I work in. (I must add, Nicolas Bouvier is one of my hero).
Montpellier — The road again. The road, like an obsession. The same one, always. The night swallows the road which in turn swallows we. Let it Bleed by the Stones in the car, the volume pushed to the max. Surrender...
Montpellier — Drive by night. Snow on the windshield. Leave the highway for the open road so often fantasized.
L’auteur n’est plus disponible, il se cherche une nouvelle forme
L'homme au mojo triste (pour Jim Morrison)
L’époque est triste, qui n’a plus à donner que le baiser du vide, la rumeur du néant.
Tout est prêt
The motionless trip
The midnight rambler
The day I saw Paul McCartney
A light in the dark
I love blues music...
It's a calavera, a mexican painted skull, a souvenir I brung back from my last trip in New Mexico. It now sits on top of one of my book shelves.
Book dealer... It´s a dirty job, but someone's got to do it... and I do it !
UNE PHOTO QUI N’EXISTE PAS AILLEURS QU’EN MOI
Work, at the end of the day, seems a long way from home...
It´s 6:20 am. First things first.
New year's eve
12 more hours to go before the year is over.Some things though will not change...
La promesse de l'hiver