PS. Une brioche avec un peu plus de beurre


[PS. A brioche with a tad more butter] London, sometime in April. I made a brioche. In five minutes; and five days. We woke up early to shape and proof the dough. Well, I did. A couple of hours later, we sat at the table, with our eyes still plein de sommeil [full of sleep]. […]

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Ensemble, c’est tout – Pancakes tous simples

pancakes stack pola

[Together, that’s all – Very simple pancakes] It was a morning like no other. That day, we woke up to clouds around us. Some call it fog, but living in the clouds somehow feels more right. I went down to the kitchen. And started putting pieces back together. One at a time: bottles by the […]

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Demain, déjà


[Tomorrow, already] Today, the city woke up as I was slowly falling asleep after a night made of flour, butter and water. Through the cab window, it felt like the time had stopped. To that moment just before the dawn; when it’s still dark, but people are already running late. My bag barely hid the […]

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A six heures, ce matin


[Six o’clock in the morning] This morning, too early for people to be awake and too late for party-bunnies to be asleep, the pavement seemed covered in snow. Glitters, cigarette ends and confetti that would shine to the subtle glow offered by lamp poles. The ones with the Chanel monograms. Yes, a new year had […]

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