Mémoires

“Dear Diary,

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.”

This short French film embodies all that I’ve been meaning to communicate since…well, since a long, long time. Chances are, I am not alone in relating to the poetic narrative, so I figured it would be a nice thought to share with whomever comes across it. Perhaps one day I too will find a highway for my own thoughts and share them with a willing listener.

In the meantime, my name is Carla and I feel very lucky to be the person I am.

Lost

This is perhaps one of my strangest and most beautifully depressing finds on Vimeo lately.

Actor Aidan Gillen, known for his portrayal of the ever-deceiving Lord Petyr Baelish on Game of Thrones, meanders through the seemingly fantastical English countryside in this short film by Nick Abrahams. The soft lullaby tones of Ekki Múkk by Sigur Rós weave in and out of the narrative like thoughtfully woven threads creating the fabric of the story, which itself is reminiscent of a darkly-British Snow White.

Though the idea is simple, the subtext throughout the entire video resonates through anyone who has ever felt boundaries constricting their curiosity. In other words, lost.

Top 100 Photos of 2012

Image by NASA/NOAA/GSFC/Suomi NPP/VIIRS/Norman Kuring
Image by NASA/NOAA/GSFC/Suomi NPP/VIIRS/Norman Kuring

Thanks to TwistedSifter.com, I stumbled across these fabulous images taken in 2012 of places all across the globe, and even from outside of it.

The visual imagery (real or composed) of each photograph is so stunning, it’s hard to believe that there are many more pictures of equal caliber existing that did not make it to the list.

Photographers are such an inspiration to what can be perceived with the human eye, the lens of a camera, and a singular moment in time. I can only image what greatness technology will bring us in 2013.

FULL ARTICLE HERE:

The Top 100 ‘Pictures of the Day’ for 2012

“The Scared is scared”

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.

The end.