As it was cold enough to produce small clouds of steam during a conversation (on the relevance of corduroy trousers when it comes, go to Account) when we walked even one step rather pressed around Filles du Calvaire. But when I saw the installation of Martine Camillieri in the window of Bonton, it became imperative to stop and take some pictures, even if this required a certain stagnation congruent little cold ambient. Mr.
Camillieri has always divert everyday objects in a playful and mischievous way. In his beautiful book released this fall Publishing Epure , it makes you want to turn a net mini-hammock garlic, doll manufacture a motorhome with a can of water and milk caps, small cars with roasted potatoes, mini burgers and Mini Cones All cookies and petits-suisses, collect small wooden boxes and micro jam jars grocery shelves for dolls. It is charming, and I was delighted to see the real snacks soft toys (and then go make booths with G. cabin vintage Bonton . It was not very precise but still quite narcissisant funny).
Two days later, still without pants corduroy, but with the memory of a delicious dinner Tree salt, I felt a shiver of immense joy and emotion by going to the Cinematheque for exposure Brown / Blonde . Forget the sad
Avenue Bercy windswept bad, I'm caught up in the process liberated and happy Shu Qi Millennium Mambo, her beautiful black hair quivering in his back, his face smooth and secret when she returns. I am mesmerized by the mixture of memories (when I saw this film alone several years ago, I know I was wearing a blue skirt and a red jacket knitted mesh) and the lovely surprise of the moment, with G .
I loved all the little screens that broadcast excerpts chosen with erudition, subtlety and malice, besides the people who roamed the aisles of the exhibition is smiling regularly (There was a girl who looked very nice with a sailor and a jean jacket). Changing the hairstyle Catherine Deneuve through hedges It was also pretty fun (as does the fact that he once was possible for an actress Liv Ullman, as do the front of the magazine), and Kiarostami's short film, just before leaving the exhibition with regret, simply titled No. , malicious desire. All this wealth of images was absolutely exciting and electrifying and found in the library of a small extension Cinematheque fun since I finished very quickly after having eaten a short essay by Olivier Assayas bought there and called A teenager in the post-May .
Written in 2002 while he was in Goa after the assembling Demonlover it precisely retraces the events (personal and historical blend) that made him a filmmaker. Because the text is sent to Alice Debord (he helped make public the experimental films of Guy Debord), because it is dedicated to Mia Hansen-Love (smile fragile in late August, early September it had written a wonderful text on its commitment to New Wave in the Cahiers du cinema ) because I like movies Assayas (who has also produced a documentary on Hou Hsiao-Hsien, everything is connected), this text which was almost abandoned in cartons made me a lot of effect.
Anyway dinner more than a very strange Momoka the eve of the visit to the Cinémathèque. I had booked and it seemed wise to the smallness of the place. Just a few tables in the room with bare walls, high tables on either side of which we are perched on plastic chairs turning cold. They are quite large and the tables are very close, my neighbor Spain has had to crawl to go to her place and I had to disturb my other neighbor, who wore a green sweater apple to go wash my hands.
The waitress was a bit overwhelmed, there were many people, she smiled slightly (actually not) but also, asked about this, she has taught us that the sake was produced in the U.S. (which had not seem to bother her unduly).
The dinner was very incongruous: the portions were already tiny share (which caused problems to the next table where one of the guests was a cold), and recognizable flavors arch-folded, nearly balanced plates on the table for its part not regularly removed, no description of the dishes or obviously false and terse response when asked the waitress, no alternating hot and cold, totally random order arrival of food, long wait regularly evident inequality between different tables that have yet taken the same menu (as ours, therefore, not exactly cheap. Radoumi was a little distraught ...). A little heavy. Eager to leave. Too disgusted to say goodbye or make a smile. While a certain lightness
we invaded gradually down the Rue Blanche (happy to be out there, just to retouver both, facility plan for the rest of the evening), precipitates clogs noises were heard on the sidewalk in our back. An unknown voice hailing us Dear , as if calling for help. We turn and perceive the chief Momoka, his face contorted with anguish, running toward us, panting.
My waitress told me that you were not happy ...
Heck yeah, I'm a little disappointed I could not wait to come home and eat it a bit hard there. We do not even not have some dishes!
Oh yes, oh yes, unless you had the neighbors ... That's because I have a new intern and the one who took care of your table and I have not checked what it was ... And then there were many people ...
[A little ashamed that as an excuse anyway]
Bah's true that when we can not wait to come and we are disappointed is a bit hard you see ... Especially because it looked good, what we did not get right ...
Oh thank you very very much, thank you, thank you. When you come back, I recognize you and ...
We have not heard the result but it is not serious because we will not return (that is touching, it's true, whether we come to say a final word but it does not excuse anything.'s my ruthless side).
This meal leaves a taste more bitter than two days later, we found P. and N. at the same table Tanpopo last spring and this dinner was a delicious way to end the year. There was a very nice graphic dress, small black leather shoes, a cardigan gray softly, ballerinas with a blue border golden bubbles, St. Jacques-scented candied yuzu with buckwheat blinis and Jerusalem artichoke duck breast smoked with fresh horseradish sauce, the wild boar stew with sake and ginger, a sophisticated hamburger with onion and sweet eel (below) , nougat iced matcha and pleasure to meet again.
Two days later still, a very amazing (and exhausting, admittedly) to start the year. While we were returning from a meeting The swimmer that G. found quite boring and pointless, impossible to open the door of the apartment. The key turned desperately to empty the lock. All solutions were considered, neighbors were solicited (for we had nothing on us a wallet, no phone at all). There was talk of calling a locksmith but nobody wanted to move because the problem seemed complicated and then it was Sunday evening, it was proposed to go through the court and break a tile floor but was far too high, question was to open another door with a plastic sheet but it was a failure ... We decided to go to sleep at the hotel and I can tell you it's a little weird to go to a hotel in her hometown close to home (and a fortiori no toothbrush and then without clothes own without books and all that). And then on Sunday at 22:30, it becomes very difficult to dine at Rennes. I dreamed that there is a nice pub where eating a steak tender and juicy with large fries. But there was more than the solution of the kebab ... I confess that this time, I had a beer.
The awakening was a bit surreal. As if we had just made a very long journey. A breakfast comforter was decided by mutual agreement and in any case, the locksmith did that happen late morning. When he finally managed to open one door, a feeling of relief came over me happy. After a kiss (For G, not the locksmith), I rushed into the kitchen to see the state of the cake with banana and chocolate carefully prepared the night before and I had not had time to pack. The first tranche shared religiously proved delicious, the cake is soft, tastes very good banana, there is not too much chocolate and it feels mysteriously without coconut contain (though it is the cream and there are also some strong coffee, two very good ideas from the inexhaustible David Lebovitz, who was trying to get rid of egg whites).
The banana cake from David Lebovitz
For a standard loaf pan
-210g flour 1 tsp yeast-
-1cc
cinnamon-sugar 150g golden
-55g butter well salted soft
-1 egg white 1 whole egg + -2
beautiful very ripe bananas, mashed
-125mL of cream
-1 / 2 cc vanilla extract liquid
-60g of chocolate Cracked
-a small cup of strong coffee
Combine flour, baking powder, cinnamon and sugar.
Beat butter with the eggs then stir in between each ingredient Bananas, cream, vanilla and coffee.
Stir this mixture first by not insisting too much, just until no more flour is visible.
Add chocolate, stir a bit.
Pour into buttered and floured pan.
Bake 40 minutes in an oven preheated to 180 degrees.
I wish you all good books, good movies and good cake in 2011!
Camillieri has always divert everyday objects in a playful and mischievous way. In his beautiful book released this fall Publishing Epure , it makes you want to turn a net mini-hammock garlic, doll manufacture a motorhome with a can of water and milk caps, small cars with roasted potatoes, mini burgers and Mini Cones All cookies and petits-suisses, collect small wooden boxes and micro jam jars grocery shelves for dolls. It is charming, and I was delighted to see the real snacks soft toys (and then go make booths with G. cabin vintage Bonton . It was not very precise but still quite narcissisant funny).
Two days later, still without pants corduroy, but with the memory of a delicious dinner Tree salt, I felt a shiver of immense joy and emotion by going to the Cinematheque for exposure Brown / Blonde . Forget the sad
Avenue Bercy windswept bad, I'm caught up in the process liberated and happy Shu Qi Millennium Mambo, her beautiful black hair quivering in his back, his face smooth and secret when she returns. I am mesmerized by the mixture of memories (when I saw this film alone several years ago, I know I was wearing a blue skirt and a red jacket knitted mesh) and the lovely surprise of the moment, with G .
I loved all the little screens that broadcast excerpts chosen with erudition, subtlety and malice, besides the people who roamed the aisles of the exhibition is smiling regularly (There was a girl who looked very nice with a sailor and a jean jacket). Changing the hairstyle Catherine Deneuve through hedges It was also pretty fun (as does the fact that he once was possible for an actress Liv Ullman, as do the front of the magazine), and Kiarostami's short film, just before leaving the exhibition with regret, simply titled No. , malicious desire. All this wealth of images was absolutely exciting and electrifying and found in the library of a small extension Cinematheque fun since I finished very quickly after having eaten a short essay by Olivier Assayas bought there and called A teenager in the post-May .
Written in 2002 while he was in Goa after the assembling Demonlover it precisely retraces the events (personal and historical blend) that made him a filmmaker. Because the text is sent to Alice Debord (he helped make public the experimental films of Guy Debord), because it is dedicated to Mia Hansen-Love (smile fragile in late August, early September it had written a wonderful text on its commitment to New Wave in the Cahiers du cinema ) because I like movies Assayas (who has also produced a documentary on Hou Hsiao-Hsien, everything is connected), this text which was almost abandoned in cartons made me a lot of effect.
Anyway dinner more than a very strange Momoka the eve of the visit to the Cinémathèque. I had booked and it seemed wise to the smallness of the place. Just a few tables in the room with bare walls, high tables on either side of which we are perched on plastic chairs turning cold. They are quite large and the tables are very close, my neighbor Spain has had to crawl to go to her place and I had to disturb my other neighbor, who wore a green sweater apple to go wash my hands.
The waitress was a bit overwhelmed, there were many people, she smiled slightly (actually not) but also, asked about this, she has taught us that the sake was produced in the U.S. (which had not seem to bother her unduly).
The dinner was very incongruous: the portions were already tiny share (which caused problems to the next table where one of the guests was a cold), and recognizable flavors arch-folded, nearly balanced plates on the table for its part not regularly removed, no description of the dishes or obviously false and terse response when asked the waitress, no alternating hot and cold, totally random order arrival of food, long wait regularly evident inequality between different tables that have yet taken the same menu (as ours, therefore, not exactly cheap. Radoumi was a little distraught ...). A little heavy. Eager to leave. Too disgusted to say goodbye or make a smile. While a certain lightness
we invaded gradually down the Rue Blanche (happy to be out there, just to retouver both, facility plan for the rest of the evening), precipitates clogs noises were heard on the sidewalk in our back. An unknown voice hailing us Dear , as if calling for help. We turn and perceive the chief Momoka, his face contorted with anguish, running toward us, panting.
My waitress told me that you were not happy ...
Heck yeah, I'm a little disappointed I could not wait to come home and eat it a bit hard there. We do not even not have some dishes!
Oh yes, oh yes, unless you had the neighbors ... That's because I have a new intern and the one who took care of your table and I have not checked what it was ... And then there were many people ...
[A little ashamed that as an excuse anyway]
Bah's true that when we can not wait to come and we are disappointed is a bit hard you see ... Especially because it looked good, what we did not get right ...
Oh thank you very very much, thank you, thank you. When you come back, I recognize you and ...
We have not heard the result but it is not serious because we will not return (that is touching, it's true, whether we come to say a final word but it does not excuse anything.'s my ruthless side).
This meal leaves a taste more bitter than two days later, we found P. and N. at the same table Tanpopo last spring and this dinner was a delicious way to end the year. There was a very nice graphic dress, small black leather shoes, a cardigan gray softly, ballerinas with a blue border golden bubbles, St. Jacques-scented candied yuzu with buckwheat blinis and Jerusalem artichoke duck breast smoked with fresh horseradish sauce, the wild boar stew with sake and ginger, a sophisticated hamburger with onion and sweet eel (below) , nougat iced matcha and pleasure to meet again.
Two days later still, a very amazing (and exhausting, admittedly) to start the year. While we were returning from a meeting The swimmer that G. found quite boring and pointless, impossible to open the door of the apartment. The key turned desperately to empty the lock. All solutions were considered, neighbors were solicited (for we had nothing on us a wallet, no phone at all). There was talk of calling a locksmith but nobody wanted to move because the problem seemed complicated and then it was Sunday evening, it was proposed to go through the court and break a tile floor but was far too high, question was to open another door with a plastic sheet but it was a failure ... We decided to go to sleep at the hotel and I can tell you it's a little weird to go to a hotel in her hometown close to home (and a fortiori no toothbrush and then without clothes own without books and all that). And then on Sunday at 22:30, it becomes very difficult to dine at Rennes. I dreamed that there is a nice pub where eating a steak tender and juicy with large fries. But there was more than the solution of the kebab ... I confess that this time, I had a beer.
The awakening was a bit surreal. As if we had just made a very long journey. A breakfast comforter was decided by mutual agreement and in any case, the locksmith did that happen late morning. When he finally managed to open one door, a feeling of relief came over me happy. After a kiss (For G, not the locksmith), I rushed into the kitchen to see the state of the cake with banana and chocolate carefully prepared the night before and I had not had time to pack. The first tranche shared religiously proved delicious, the cake is soft, tastes very good banana, there is not too much chocolate and it feels mysteriously without coconut contain (though it is the cream and there are also some strong coffee, two very good ideas from the inexhaustible David Lebovitz, who was trying to get rid of egg whites).
The banana cake from David Lebovitz
For a standard loaf pan
-210g flour 1 tsp yeast-
-1cc
cinnamon-sugar 150g golden
-55g butter well salted soft
-1 egg white 1 whole egg + -2
beautiful very ripe bananas, mashed
-125mL of cream
-1 / 2 cc vanilla extract liquid
-60g of chocolate Cracked
-a small cup of strong coffee
Combine flour, baking powder, cinnamon and sugar.
Beat butter with the eggs then stir in between each ingredient Bananas, cream, vanilla and coffee.
Stir this mixture first by not insisting too much, just until no more flour is visible.
Add chocolate, stir a bit.
Pour into buttered and floured pan.
Bake 40 minutes in an oven preheated to 180 degrees.
I wish you all good books, good movies and good cake in 2011!
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