01/06/2021 12:00pm

From my bedroom window, I see the house of my grand-mother’s cousin. I spent hours sitting in front of this sight. When I look at her, I see myself at fifteen. It's July, I have denim shorts and I'm waiting for my first lover to come up the street and wave me over to him.

 

First with my walk-man, then with my disk-man, I listened in this room to Ella Fitzgerald, Nirvana, Bob Marley, Leonard Cohen, Brassens, Coolio and Louise Attaque.

Before being at Caumont, this bed was in my father's apartment in Cormeilles. In the evening, he hid behind the wooden panel to play puppets.