c'est la vie.

Unless a reblog, the pictures are taken/drawn by moi.

My Art

I post some of my art to tumblr!

http://cestdrole.tumblr.com/

It’s through C’est Drole. 

Je suis un  extraterrestre, et ça fait mal.

The ceiling + a wall of said Starbucks. Just after this two little Romanian girls were kicked out for rifling someone’s purse. I wonder what that must feel like, to be a barista and having to chase foreign children out of your shop. Hm. 

The ceiling + a wall of said Starbucks. Just after this two little Romanian girls were kicked out for rifling someone’s purse. I wonder what that must feel like, to be a barista and having to chase foreign children out of your shop. Hm. 

One of the starbucks in Paris has paintings on the ceiling and mirrored walls, with terribly tacky and artsy decor, etc. Little romanian girls will wander about and pick any purse open, and helpless tourists tend to be the victims of their little raids. Also I took a picture of this, not very interesting, but all I had was an iTouch. 

One of the starbucks in Paris has paintings on the ceiling and mirrored walls, with terribly tacky and artsy decor, etc. Little romanian girls will wander about and pick any purse open, and helpless tourists tend to be the victims of their little raids. Also I took a picture of this, not very interesting, but all I had was an iTouch. 

je suis fatiguée

That

That awkward moment when everything crashes. 

The backyard of my childhood.

The backyard of my childhood.

Not that France doesn’t have its beautiful points, too. I mean, it does. Like everything. It just isn’t all about fashion and romance, though.

Not that France doesn’t have its beautiful points, too. I mean, it does. Like everything. It just isn’t all about fashion and romance, though.