#la french

[wedgeantill]

La French (2014) dir. Cédric Jimenez

[thebeautycove]

BYRON PARFUMS - LA FRENCH - Narcotic Collection - Eau de Parfum - Novità 2024 -

What if fragrance was half temptation half desire? One give up the world and just surrender. All’s fair when it comes to love for scents.

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Qualcosa di proibito. Desideri illeciti. Aromi che creano dipendenza.

Una fragranza come un ‘frutto proibito’? Tentazione e desiderio in metafora, la cosa che vorresti ardentemente tanto è più distante e sconosciuta quanto più appetibile ai sensi. Bramarla, conoscendo il rischio, è già una chiara dichiarazione d’intenti. Sono avventurosa e impavida.

Molto indulge al proibito questa nuova fragranza di Byron Parfums che svela nel nome il suo manifesto, la sua genesi creativa. La French prende vita a Marsiglia in una vecchia struttura destinata, negli anni ‘50, ai traffici illegali internazionali della French Connection, imponente gruppo di gangster di origine corsa.

Va da sé che questo nuovo progetto olfattivo non poteva trovare migliore destinazione se non nella Collezione Narcotic, già titolata dalla presenza di MulaMula, bestseller del marchio.

La traccia aromatica è subito pericolosamente irresistibile.

Lo spiraglio dal quale sbirci per mettere in moto fantasia e desiderio è un imprevedibile accordo soffice esperidato, di mandorla e agrumi, segnale che puoi spalancare la porta ai sensi e inoltrarti nell’eden della beatitudine seguendo la traccia di un accordo floral inusitato, un’assoluta di iris magnetica, spavalda e non polverosa ‘sporcata’ dalla calda sensualità dell’assoluta di vaniglia.

Qui sei persa, navighi a vista e non ti curi della meta, c’è nell’aria l’odore del tempo lieve e la ponderosa scia dei ricordi, immersi in un liquido protettivo saturo di muschi, ambra grigia e legno di sandalo. Addiction guarantee.

Eau de Parfum 75 ml.  Online qui

©thebeautycove   @igbeautycove

[trevlad-sounds]

Wednesday 25 October Mixtape 389 “Cinammon Flower” Ambient Drone Sleep Experimental Electronic Wednesdays & Sundays. Support the artists and labels. Don't forget to subscribe and tip so future shows can bloom.

Trevlad Sounds-Welcome in you wonderful listener 00:00

How to Levitate-How to Levitate 00:31

La French-These Peculiar Anecdotes 04:51

Minimal Drone*GRL-Northward Bound 08:27

Curved Light-XII (Obsidian) 12:12

Phillip Wilkerson-Cinammon 20:51

arovane-ylassu 25:15

Ylia-El Único Adiós Posible 26:32

Mind over MIDI-Division 30:20

Midori Hirano-Strings of Memories 34:00

Darkroom-A Million-Petalled Flower 38:00

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

William Adolphe Bouguereau (French, 1825-1905) La Loyauté, 1876

[blondie-drawings]

KISS! THAT! ANDROID!

[the-evil-clergyman]

Bacchante by Paul De La Boulaye (1904)

[alastor-simp]

La Vie en Rose🌹 - Alastor X Reader

Requested by @hitherethea

"Ugh FML!" Groaning out loud, your body was slowly making its way to somewhere quiet. Today was a very unlucky day, as there was many mishaps that left you feeling frustrated and emotionally drained. Earlier in the morning, you dropped a few plates while putting them away for Niffty. Niffty said it was fine and cleaned up the mess, but it left you feeling extremely guilty. After that incident, you were tasked with getting some groceries for the kitchen, only to being catcalled and nearly sexually harassed by some grotesque reptile demons once you started to head back to the hotel. Nothing happened to you physically, but god, why do some people have to be so gross?! Once you got back, your head got nearly speared by Vaggie on accident when you walked in through the door. She wasn't aiming for you thankfully, she was trying to hit Sir Pentious after he accidentally blasted her favorite ribbon with a laser gun. She grabbed the spear and ran away to catch Sir Pentious, yelling out an apology to you as she chased after a screaming snake slithering down the hallway.

Lord you couldn't catch a break. Your only place of sanctuary was the porch in your room. The view always helped you relaxed and the breeze was nice, despite the mass pollution in the air. Entering your room, you slowly made your way to the porch. The sky was covered in stars, but instead of pitch black, it was a dark vermilion. Well, this was Hell, so it was better then nothing. Heaving a sigh, you moved to one of the chairs on the porch and took a seat, throwing your head back as you tried to relax from the migraine that was starting to form. A few minutes went by as you continued to lean back in the chair, listening to the sounds of the cars screeching below and people yelling profanities at one another. "Why the long face my dear?" A static voice appeared next to your head, causing you to jolt and nearly fall off the chair. Looking up, you see a certain deer demon, leaning down due to his tall height, smiling like a jester at your reaction. "Not funny Al." Grumbling from your position, you got up and sat back properly in your seat. Alastor stood up to his normal position, and broke into a fit of laughter, probably still finding your reaction hilarious. "HAHA! Apologies, my dear! I didn't expect you to take a tumble!" He made his way over to the other chair and sat down, placing his microphone against the wall, before turning to you with his legs crossed and hands on his lap. Finding his response ridiculous, you rolled your eyes. "Yeah right. You enjoy scaring the crap out of everyone."

Shrugging his shoulders, he continued to stare at you, smiling widely. "Anyhoo! What seems to be troubling you, my dear?" Alastor asked you, as he continued to stare at you. His sharp smile turn to a more soft grin as he awaited your response. Sighing again, your eyes turn back to gaze at the view. "Not a very good day today. I made a mess for Niffty, almost got raped by some gross lizard-like demons when I left the grocery store, and then the icing on the cake was getting nearly speared by Vaggie from her chasing after Sir Pentious." Alastor continued to listen to you, his face changing a bit from slight sadness to extreme anger, especially when you mentioned the demons who tried to assault you. Looks like he has some hunting to do later. He may be a serial killer, but any inappropriate actions towards a lady infuriates him. Pushing his feelings of carnage away, he continued to stare at you. Your body was slouched on the chair as your eyes continued to stare at the sky. Instead of the kind smile you usually wore, it was replaced with a somber frown. Moving his hand slowly, he placed his clawed hand on your head, giving you a slight rub. He wasn't use to acts of affection, so this was the best he could offer. "Is there something I can do to make that frown of yours turn back into a smile?" Surprised by Al's words, you looked back at him. He was still smiling, but he was staring at you with kind eyes. You found it sweet that he wanted to cheer you up instead of leaving you alone in your negative emotions. Thinking long and hard about what you wanted, you came to a conclusion.

"Um, could you sing for me perhaps?" Al nearly froze at your request. Out of all the things you wanted, you wanted to hear him sing? Oh what a charming doll you were! Alastors smile grew tremendously, almost to the point it broke his face. Grabbing his microphone, he turned to you, positively joyful at your request. "My my! What an adorable request! Now then! What song would you like me to sing my dear? Request away!" Alastor was beaming at you. He was surprisingly cute like this, but you wouldn't tell him that. Any song? This was tough. You knew he was a fan of oldies and jazz and detested some music genres. Soon you came up with the perfect song for him to sing to you. Blushing at him, you looked away from him, twirling your hair with your fingers. "La vie en rose, please." Alastor was actually surprised at your choice, as he tilted his head. "Why that particular song, my dear?" You looked back at him, face flushed. "Well, I heard that you knew how to speak French, so I kinda wanted to see if it was true or not." Twiddling your fingers, you continued to stare at Al, who was still smiling. "Can you really? Speak French, I mean?" Alastor nodded his head: "Oui mon cher!" Oh no, that made your heart race. Al's voice was already amazing as it was, now you get to hear him sing to you in French?! Someone better pinch you to make sure this is not a dream.

Clearing his throat, Alastor adjusted his position, placing his mic in front of him, as he was preparing for his small performance for you.

(Credit to Paranoid Dj on Youtube for this awesome cover)

🎶𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑠

𝑄𝑢'𝑖𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑠

𝐽𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒

𝐼𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑑'𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟

𝐷𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠

𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑖, 𝑐̧𝑎 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒

𝐼𝑙 𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒́ 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑐œ𝑢𝑟

𝑈𝑛𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑢𝑟

𝐷𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑗𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒

𝐶'𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑢𝑖 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑖, 𝑚𝑜𝑖 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑢𝑖 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑒

𝐼𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑙'𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑡, 𝑙'𝑎 𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑒́ 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑒

𝐸𝑡 𝑑𝑒̀𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗𝑒 𝑙'𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑐̧𝑜𝑖𝑠

𝐴𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑗𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑖

𝑀𝑜𝑛 𝑐œ𝑢𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑏𝑎𝑡🎶

Two words, HOLY S***! His voice was incredible! The whole time during his performance, you were blushing madly, but also it felt like all the frustration you were feeling before slowly diminished. Singing out the last of the lyrics, a sound of applause radiated from his microphone. "Enjoyed the performance, darling?" Alastor looked back at you, noticing your flushed face and wide eyes. "Darling?" Alastor tilted his head at you, confused at your reaction. Breaking from your trance, you started nodding rapidly. "Yes! I enjoyed your performance very much!" Satisfied that you enjoyed it, Alastor gave a nod, as he placed his microphone back to where he left it. Looking back at you, he raised his hand and grabbed your chin with his fingers. "Feeling better, chérie?" His ruby eyes gazed into yours, almost as if he was staring into your soul. Heat rose to your cheeks as you suspected you were as red as his hair. "Y-es I am. Thank you again Al." No longer feeling upset about the day, your emotions improved and you gave Al a warm smile. Humming with approval, Al still held your chin, but not before leaning closer to the point your noses were touching. "Wonderful my dear! Glad your smile has returned especially since you are never fully dressed without one! If you desire another performance in the future, seek me out."

Goosebumps began to form on your skin, as you continued to stare at Al. He is so close!!! Tongue-tied, you nodded your head. Pleased with your response, Al let go of your chin and stood up from the chair, adjusting his suit and hair. He remembered his previous mission, before he sang to you. Feelings of wrath and rage bubbled inside him, but he hid it as not to alarm you. "Well then! I have some business to attend to at the moment! Have a good evening my dear!" Alastor bid you a farewell, as he diminished in a black shadow, and disappeared from your eyes. Watching Al leave, you covered your face with your hands. It was true you were no longer feeling upset about today, but now you were starting to feel other emotions. Your heart was pounding and your palms were sweating. What was this feeling? It wasn't fear, cause you knew you weren't scared of Alastor, so what was it? Admiration? Or was it something else?

[blacknarcissus]

Jane Birkin in La Piscine (1969)

[nuveau-deco]

Winged Tiara by Enguerrand du Suau de la Croix, Made around 1900. Medium is blue plique-à-jour enamel in cabochons on a vermeil frame decorated with pearls. Musée d'Orsay inventory number: OAO 1972 1.

(Source: musee-orsay.fr)

[gallusrostromegalus]

Bad news: got covid after 4-years of dodging it like neo

Good news: symptoms mild so far and got on paxlovid right away.

Bad news: "there might be a metallic taste in your mouth" apparently means "it will taste like burning plastic constantly.

Any suggestions for how to mask this because it's getting in the way of that whole "rest and get lots of fluids" thing I'm supposed to be doing?

[uspiria]

The Living Dead Girl (1982) dir. Jean Rollin

[dailyworldcinema]

Josette Day as Belle LA BELLE ET LA BÊTE / BEAUTY AND THE BEAST (1946) dir. Jean Cocteau

[comicaloverachiever]

Portrait of a Lady on Fire / Portrait de la jeune fille en feu (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma

'There’s this French author named Annie Ernaux, and she wrote a book about her own abortion, and in this book, she says there is no museum in the world where there is a frame called “The Abortion.” It’s an everyday thing, but it’s never represented. And why?' - Céline Sciamma in an interview with Vox [x]

[trevlad-sounds]

Wednesday 25 October Mixtape 389 “Cinammon Flower EXCLUSIVE” Ambient Drone Sleep Experimental Electronic Wednesdays & Sundays. Support the artists and labels. Don't forget to tip so future shows can bloom.

Trevlad Sounds-Welcome in you wonderful listener 00:00

How to Levitate-How to Levitate 00:31

La French-These Peculiar Anecdotes 04:51

Minimal Drone*GRL-Northward Bound 08:27

SILENCE & THE UNWINKING MINDS / T 1 D 3 S-Murmur 12:09

Jarguna-Congo Spirits 15:26

Leandro Fresco-Buenos Amigos 21:13

Curved Light-XII (Obsidian) 28:33

Phillip Wilkerson-Cinammon 37:23

Cate Brooks-III 41:43

arovane-ylassu 46:25

Ozbolt-The Diver 47:40

Sebby Kowal-Days Go By 53:16

Ylia-El Único Adiós Posible 59:10

Jean-Michel Jarre-Thème de l'argent 1:03:04

Mind over MIDI-Division 1:04:02

Field Lines Cartographer-Silver Moon of the Mind's Eye 1:07:03

Midori Hirano-Strings of Memories 1:15:59

The Future Sound Of London-Lost in The Mists Of Time 1:18:52

Darkroom-A Million-Petalled Flower 1:20:33

Ashra-Code Blue 1:35:11

nthng-Some Clouds are Destined to Break 1:49:32

Tyneham House-The Ragged Cat 1:52:33

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Guillaume Seignac (French, 1870-1929) La vague (The wave), n.d.

[frenchnewwaves]

jane birkin may pass, but a girl’s obsession with her will never pass