In Southern France, streets are light pink and ochre, and the winter sun paints all landscapes pastel.
Summer tastes like spices, and winter already smells like holidays. The sky is a pale, washed out blue, the walls are painted in soft colours, the trees are very dark and thin, and there is a fountain on every street corner.
Fashion is also a game, and I like that !
When I was little, I liked to dress up and I wanted to be a general, to wear a uniform and shiny medals.
When I was little, blue was my favorite colour.
I liked cool and pale colours : I didn’t want to be noticed. Then I grew up, and lost my shyness. I changed my opinion about red : it is a vivid, violent colour, but it is the colour of life, of joy.
A park just behind my house. I like the winter light here.