demain Angoulême

le malaise lié à cette vie qu’on met dans des cartons. dernière nuit dans le 19e, see you around old mate.

riding for the feeling

“Les solitudes peuvent être heureuses parce qu’il y a un art de la marche, un art du voyage, qui fait que se mouvoir n’est jamais simplement un déplacement dans l’espace, mais un geste porteur de significations multiples, et qu’il est probablement l’image la plus juste de ce dont nos existences sont faites.”

2011, quand Bill Calahan mène le troupeau, par Alexandre F sur la Blogothèque. (via ponctuel)

“Music, for me, was like a tidal wave. It took me outside of anything I’d ever done. (…) You can never underestimate that moment of somebody explaining your life to you, something you thought was inexplicable, through music. That was the way out of loneliness.”

- Carrie Brownstein, productrice et comédienne dans “Portlandia” (série qui moque les hipsters). A lire dans le New Yorker.

— She hates categories like “bisexual,” and has always felt more defined by her work than by her relationships. “I never think of sexuality as an identifier,” Brownstein wrote in an e-mail. “What seems to have defined me more is that I’m pretty horrible at relationships and haven’t been in many long-term ones. Leaving and moving on—returning to a familiar sense of self-reliance and autonomy—is what I know; that feeling is as comfortable and comforting as it might be for a different kind of person to stay.”

— She was fearful of being the kind of person whose finest years were in her twenties.

“In the world of romantic comedies, the holidays are often used as an excuse to bring together people who, quite frankly, might be better off alone.”

- The Atlantic