Vivian Vog

Today one of my favorite human being passed away.
Daniel Darc.
I had the chance to meet him randomly next to the Carousel of Montmartre in Paris. He was sitting on the bench next to me, reading a book with a can of cheap beer. He was dressed like Johnny Cash. It was just a couple of months before his musical return in 2004 with his album Creve Coeur.
I went to speak to him and he was so touched i recognized him he hugged me and we spent the rest of the day together, had a long chat in a bar, walked around Montmartre, he was telling many anecdotes, about his life, the 80s, how he found Faith, how important denim jean turns up are…even  teaching me some self defence…We’ve stayed in touched by phone for a couple of weeks and then I went to see him live 4 times after that…
He was the most attaching, genuine, sensitive human being…A poet, with not a pinch of bad in him, eyes wide opened as much as his heart. 
I never met anyone like him I was 19 and i will just never forget you. RIP Daniel.
” N’ayez aucun remord, le jour de mes obseques. Au dessus de mon corps, Dieu, dansera avec…Nijinsky.”

Today one of my favorite human being passed away.

Daniel Darc.

I had the chance to meet him randomly next to the Carousel of Montmartre in Paris. He was sitting on the bench next to me, reading a book with a can of cheap beer. He was dressed like Johnny Cash. It was just a couple of months before his musical return in 2004 with his album Creve Coeur.

I went to speak to him and he was so touched i recognized him he hugged me and we spent the rest of the day together, had a long chat in a bar, walked around Montmartre, he was telling many anecdotes, about his life, the 80s, how he found Faith, how important denim jean turns up are…even  teaching me some self defence…We’ve stayed in touched by phone for a couple of weeks and then I went to see him live 4 times after that…

He was the most attaching, genuine, sensitive human being…A poet, with not a pinch of bad in him, eyes wide opened as much as his heart. 

I never met anyone like him I was 19 and i will just never forget you. RIP Daniel.

” N’ayez aucun remord, le jour de mes obseques. Au dessus de mon corps, Dieu, dansera avec…Nijinsky.”

Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all. Thoreau said, “Most men lead lives of quiet desperation.” Don’t be resigned to that. Break out!

Just re-watched it the other day. Didn’t enjoy it that much. I guess I’m getting old.

(Source: cybillshepherd)

  • It is a bit weird when you found out a girl you used to hang out with wrote something -quite flattering i suppose- about you on her blog…And yes back in 2011 my old flat was a mess…

    I’ve tried to recontact her but she didn’t reply…

    "A new companion served up wholemeal pancakes, chai tea and cutting remarks. There was something about Miss Snapshot, who dressed up her scoldings with kind words. The delicate cornicing on the ceiling of the living room was lost amidst the piles of clutter, overflowing ashtrays and bluebottles circling leftover scraps of food. But there was a muse-like quality about Miss Snapshot, I thought as I watched her rifling through a stack of vinyl and listened to the drone of the Velvet Underground, which issued from the rotating disk on the turntable. She’d pass hours finding the perfect lighting, the perfect angles, the perfect filters for her camera. She would give each new friend attention like they were her favourite doll; fawning over them, dressing them, demanding poses for her eager lens; then placing them to the back of the cupboard, where they were forgotten. But her short attention span made her projects interesting, as she would make masterpieces in one of her outbursts."

Bob Dylan and his muse, artist Suze Rotolo, walk down West 4th Street in Greenwich Village, 1961
Now that we installed our wee portable record player in the bedroom we listen to Bob Dylan every morning these days…

Bob Dylan and his muse, artist Suze Rotolo, walk down West 4th Street in Greenwich Village, 1961

Now that we installed our wee portable record player in the bedroom we listen to Bob Dylan every morning these days…

(Source: rllt)

I haven’t been posting much since i was away to France.
But now i am back, got quite a lot of records in the meantime as well !
Been working on decorating our flat a lot i m gonna show off a bit…