PIKNIC MANIA.

Piknic Season is On!

The sun rolled in Montreal for this first 2010 edition, one of many many more.

Elio Krass

Kevin Yost

Lucie Lebel and Pierre Fontaine

Great music, great weather, great friends, great times.

Go scroll down my lovely ladies' blogs!

Itzel - Cadavres Exquis

Yaya - Legiterally

Kim - Mucho Mistrust

MR. P.

I am no Doherty fan. The whole trash-grunge marketing binge didn't call for any particular attention from me, and kinda made me look away from his music.

I recently discovered his solo album, so worth listening to.

No Pete Doherty on Deezer, but follow the links to the HypeM.

Arcady

I am Rain

Salome

Peter Doherty for Roberto Cavalli

PAOLO ROVERSI

HABS.

I finally got to jump on the plane for Montreal yesterday. I was lucky enough to get there in the day, the cloud only delaying my flight of two hours, added to a little overview of Scotland, Iceland and Greenland.

Jetlag is funny.

You think you have planned it all right: you will get on that plane, watch a movie, and sleep so you're up for some party time once you hit the city.

Obviously, plans are made to be broken, and you're left completely incapable of containing the ever-growing excitement of the idea of going back.

Flashbacks on May 12th, 2010.

After four little hours of sleep (I tend to leave the packing to the last minute, it makes the journey all the more expensive), I say goodbye to Paris and head to the CDG. Strange encounter with my friend Margaux's family in a nearly empty departure hall, followed by even more strange encounter with an old friend at the gate. Same destination, same flight. I love how small the world actually is.

A Single Man, on the plane. If you haven't seen it yet, don't wait another day.

Trudeau airport. My lovely ladies are waiting for me. Car, music, highway. Get to Hutchy. I can't believe I'm back.

Habs game. In a typical French fashion, I overlook the importance of the night, claiming no interest in Hockey and only wanting to spend my first night with my fellow Canadian loves.

Little did I know I would soon find myself in the city riots when the Habs won the play-offs. The situation got out of control, shops were looted, the police charged. I felt like I was assisting to the showdown of a PSG-Marseille game.

We ended the night properly, at Tokyo.

I feel like I've been around for weeks already.

Summer '10 has officially begun.

TIME FLIES.

15 years spent at EAB. 15 years of friendship.

And it seems that things have not changed a slightest bit.

We all left for different parts of the globe after high school, but Paris remains a place where we can catch up with old friends.

And what's best than Summer and Sangria for that matter?

Odeon and Bar Dix.

Try it.

F.R.E.E.D.O.M

Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros - Home

Today is a big day, today is a great day. Today is the day I finally get to hand in my UNESCO card and declare myself on holidays after four months spent in my internship.

Paris is grey these days, throwback to the early months of the year when the winter was slowly crawling in. Not cool for a month of May when Parisians are supposed to come out of hibernation to laze on terraces and enjoy the well-deserved first rays of sunlight. This obviously leaves a lot of time to day-dreaming, which the perspective of hitting the Canadian soil in less than a week only makes better.

Crazy Bonnaroo in June is a Go-Go.
Check out the lineup... and see you then!

Here's to a three-day drive from Montreal to Manchester, Tennessee. Here's to music, roadtrips and friends.

See you soon, North America.