by Zelda | Jun 15, 2021 | Latest Posts, Stories, Writings
Memories of the first lockdown, from the heart of Paris and from a Parisian heart: “Paris had no secrets for me anymore, I had made the most of it…” “Paris had no secrets for me anymore, I had made the most of it…”. If it hadn’t...
by Zelda | Jul 8, 2020 | Stories, Writings
It started with a friendship, a union of souls. Our first film together was Bright Star, on the life of John Keats, who blessed us, and Jim conquered me with a rose. This rose is still inside a handmade pot and was a very thin one; nobody would have bet on its...
by Zelda | Jun 24, 2020 | Stories, Writings
Paris: the beginning of the end. A romantic story between an artist and a bipolar philosopher turns into one of psychological violence. I was sitting in the kitchen, next to the sink, he was hanging around, getting closer to me, then he stopped and told me he had...
