Magnificent Octopus

Why do people whose existence you are unaware of, whom you meet once and will never see again, come to play, behind the scenes, an important...

Yesterday for lunch I went to the bookstore. Food for thought, food for the soul. Usually I just like to browse, just being in a bookstore b...

There are some mysterious persons — always the same ones — who stand like sentinels at every crossroads in your life. Who are these people? ...

It is the café of lost youth not in the sense that I'm older now and I've lost my youth, nor that I lost my youth too by growing up ...

Yes, that bookstore wasn't only a refuge; it was also a step in my life. I would often stay there until closing time. There was a chair ...

It's a relaxed morning, the kid's away, and I'm feeling good. Heading to work in my Gucci sunglasses. The scarf I got at a Paris...