Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Bonne nuit tristesse

The closer we get to August the more we tend to stay up until the rest of the village here begins to wipe the sleep from its curious eyes. Henry tells the locals we're the children of expat art dealers from Lugano, I guess it makes him feel alive somehow. We're still waiting for those heavy rains and a few moments of cold so we can wrap ourselves in cashmere blankets or wash the sweat off our broken bodies under the cherry trees in the garden.

I would change everything if I could but it's already too late as life slowly slips through our fingers like the fine grains of sand on the beaches below our house. He complains about the shopping in Cannes but I know he's just secretly cross over the fact that Chanel don't do menswear.

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  1. Avy... you weave words together in a way I want more... you write eloquently and so thought provoking ....♡

  2. I think every male is cross that Channel don't do menswear!
    Beautifully written, as always Avy!

    Have a great day!


  3. Anything's menswear when men are wearing it.

  4. Hmm, I wish I had the same courage you do to write about my life. Beautiful words.

  5. Always love reading your words!


  6. it's August already? seeing that 1 on my ipad mini this morning depressed me...

  7. I think we all wish we could change everything....it is what keeps us going...

  8. The last line made me smile ahah! August... ugh. I just want Summer to be over asap. That image looks a bit like an ethereal x-ray.