Il y avait une tour, au milieu d’une ville. Depuis qu’elle avait été érigée, elle veillait inlassablement sur ses alentours. La tour n’était pas particulièrement haute ou belle, elle avait été pensée pour être pratique, un alliage de béton et de verre, une fourmilière où se pressaient tous les jours des centaines et des centaines d’êtres humains, un alliage de gris et de noir.
A story inspired by two persons who, both in their own way, made us doubt about their very existence - but lucky for us, their beauty was captured forever (try to guess who they are)...
Because I care so much about your well-being and safety, I have compiled in a list the 5 songs that you should stop listening to this Christmas.
An anxious (and famous) bunny lying on a sofa, facing the audience. It is speaking to someone, but we don't see that someone. It's a family thing, you know. My father really had it. The whole joyful jumping with a basket... He even made his moustache twirl a little. SO perfect. It’s disgusting. My big… Lire la suite Life of a Famous Bunny (a theater monologue)
What about the food situation when you’re 15 or 2 x 15? Here's a post about eating habits when you're 15 or 30, in 6 - very subjective - keywords.
Xavier always thought that the bus journey was one of the nicest moments of his day. As a true Parisian, he should have been trying to squeeze himself into a crowded metro, standing under someone’s armpits - but that would have prevented him from the scenery he enjoyed everyday through the bus windows. You’d thought… Lire la suite What if…
2 x 15 is 30. What if there was no ‘turning-30’ crisis, but a second adolescence? What if these were just numbers, and we were just pretending to be adults? Aren’t we still struggling with food, acne, future, hormones and worried that we should not have taken this job as marketeer, but rather followed our… Lire la suite 2 x 15