31 juillet 2009
Pendant qu'un train rentre à Paris...
30 juillet 2009
Un resto avec Bastien & Marylou
06 décembre 2008
Nicole Baccara : un mannequin à Ménilmontant
Nicole BACCARA débarque à Ménilmontant... La vie à deux commence ce 06 Décembre, Nicole évoluera avec tous les évènements de l'appartement ; prochain en date dans une semaine avec le "grand goûter de Noel"!
17 novembre 2008
la BS, 30 ans
20 août 2008
Muscat, pringles & pistaches
19 août 2008
Marylou ; le baptême
23 juillet 2008
Portus Veneris - Cauco Iliberis
05 mai 2008
Les yeux de mamie
25 mars 2008
Where do you go to my lovely
You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does
When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs
And when the snow falls you're found in Saint Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
Your name, it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, a-ha-ha-ha
They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn
Where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try
So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do
I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head
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Peter Sarstedt Where do you go my lovely 1969
Wes Anderson Darjeeling Limited Hotel
16 mars 2008
Premiers pas à Paris
