I’m Isabelle. I don’t know where I am from, not even exactly my age. I’m just a girl learning how to live differently every day. I am a traveller. I like visiting places and collecting mémoires. I’m inspired by everything around me. I love nature. The millions of particles of life. We are nature, we only need to understand how to get so close to it. Inside it. It’s only me and my camera, catching little pieces of life combined together. When I shoot, I get inside a new world through the lens. I feel I am different. I like being alone. I like feeling happy. I like feeling sad. I don’t want to be influenced, I need to follow my path and discover what’s hidden in me. I love books. I love that feeling you have when you open those old pages at random, being touched by history. Smelling memories, getting lost inside stories. Searching for the most particular detail in the middle of a big archive. Being carried away by the sound of those papers. Constantly discovering. I am used to dream. I dream of magic places, of standing on watching landscapes, forest and embracing the sun.
Don’t stop yourself. Go over your limits. Make your research richer every moment. Don’t follow any rule, don’t use any map, get lost and breathe every new corner, as it would be the most interesting one. Follow your passions. Walk everywhere. See everything. Feel yourself. My name is Isabelle and I feel very lucky to be the person I am. I collected so many mémoires in my life and thanks to them now I’ve learnt many lessons of life. I won’t never stop doing this. Never. I found my mission and it’s important for me to keep this going on.
Now I’m going to close my diary, with tons of feelings. I’m not quite sure it is the best thing to do, I still feel that something is missed, maybe someone, someone able to share what’s inside my soul. But I will just follow the natural flow of life. Forever.”
“Boy, I got vision, and the rest of the world wears bifocals.”
– Butch Cassidy
What is language anyway?? *insert Twilight Zone theme music here*
I thoroughly enjoyed how awesomely creepy and thought-provoking this was. Hopefully you will too.
Just remember- never kill a snake with your bare hands.
I came across this the other day and I couldn’t stop thinking about how remarkable a child’s imagination is.
Remember when the greatest worry you had was that it was going to rain and you couldn’t play outside? And even then a storm cloud meant ample mud to play in later. Those were the days…
We spend so much of our childhood wishing to be older, taller, stronger, richer, wiser, etc. We invented games like “House” and pretended to fit in our parent’s clothes. We hated nap time and believed in things like Santa and the Easter Bunny. We climbed trees and ate handfuls of candy as a part of a normal afternoon.
Of course, growing up is inevitable and society requires us to become self-sufficient, responsible individuals. But at what point do the bars on our imaginations close and our playful ambition becomes shackled to mundane work?
I’m simply suggesting that every now and then, look up. Look around you and let your mind run wild with the crazy ideas we once thought possible as children.
Wes Anderson is by far one of the strangest, most creative directors and writers in the biz today. Though his movies tend to consist of cult followings rather than blockbuster hits, I believe that is the true beauty of his films. Anderson is able to connect to his audience in a very gritty, all-human-emotions-on-the-table sort of way. His characters may seem odd and intangible on the outside, but they always prove that their deeper issues are much more relatable than expected.
And with that, I present you with a storyboard of some of my favorite moments from his cinematic adventures:
“There’s no story if there isn’t some conflict. The memorable things are usually not how pulled together everybody is. I think everybody feels lonely and trapped sometimes. I would think it’s more or less the norm.”