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asprinkleofstarlight · 1 year

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A Music Box from the Attic of my Memory

I was cleaning out my laptop, because this 2015 MacBook Pro offers only 120GB of storage and I stubbornly refuse to buy myself a new one, when I discovered these songs which I had saved during high school and which I had forgotten when I was introduced to Youtube Music and Spotify. This is a music box from the attic of my memory, songs which characterized the years and friendships and emotions of high school, seven years later.

Mandarin

爱在深秋 (Alan Tam) The title seems especially poetic.

Mine Mine (Jay Chou) 明明就 (Jay Chou) Sure, I still listen to Jay Chou now (at twenty-five years of age), but my earliest Jay Chou song choices raise an eyebrow now.

五月天 (S.H.E.) My morning alarm clock song for so many years.

童年 (Sylvia Chang)

兰花草 (刘文正) 外婆的澎湖灣 (潘安邦) 乡间的小路 (齐豫) 橄欖樹 (齊豫) 送別 (齊豫) 龙的传人 (李建复) A collection of childhood Chinese classics, mostly given to me by Mom. 外婆的澎湖灣 is bright and cheerful. And of course 龙的传人 is the song that every Saturday Chinese school kid sings at the year-end performance.

忘情水 (劉德華) One of the songs from Our Times, that Chinese movie that I watched too many times.

再回首 (姜育恒)

180度 (孫燕姿)

今天看我 (小虎队) 天堂海 (小虎队) 庸人自扰 (小虎队) 愛 (小虎队) 放心去飛 (小虎队) 星光依旧灿烂 (小虎队) 祝你一路順風 (小虎队) 紅蜻蜓 (小虎队) My beloved 小虎队, even though they’re such an old boy band that they disbanded before I was even born. Still, these songs were among the first on my Chinese playlists. The only reason that 蝴蝶飞呀 is not on this list is that it still appears on my playlists now, seven years later, and it holds the title of my unofficial “all time favourite song.”

我的未来不是梦 (張雨生) This was the kind of music that Mom wanted me to listen to, even though the singer’s story is quite tragic.

隱形的翅膀 (張韶涵)

生如夏花 (朴树) This song still occasionally appears on my 2022 playlists.

滿天星 (李玉璽)

晚秋 (童麗) 難忘今宵 (童麗)

如果有来生 (谭维维)

逆來順受 (關心妍)

花开那年 (魏晨)

山楂树 (黑鸭子)

天路 (龔玥)

美麗的草原我的家 (龔玥) I think this was one of the first instrumental songs on my iPhone 4. I’m not sure why Mom listened to so many of these northern Chinese folk songs.

Cantonese

日落日出 (周柏豪)

I Wanna Believe (林欣彤) A cute, energetic song that reminds me of first year.

灰姑娘 (梁詠琪) Another pretty song that reminds me of first year.

我就是我 (鄭俊弘)

English

Beating Heart (Ellie Goulding)

Stay the Night (James Blunt) High school was weird.

Falling In (Lifehouse) My second-favourite English song during high school, after What Makes you Beautiful by One Direction (which was a sort of guilty pleasure). Nowadays, though, this song carries more nostalgic memories, and I’m much less embarrassed by it than that One Direction song.

Fire In the Rain (Måns Zelmerlöw) Heroes (Måns Zelmerlöw) Hope and Glory (Måns Zelmerlöw) Songs that I listened to while running on the treadmill, because Mom was determined that I exercise. I particularly enjoyed the music video for Fire in the Rain.

Good Life (OneRepublic)

Good Time (Owl City) Somehow, I always mixed up Good Life and Good Time. Glad there was so much positivity, though.

Jet Lag (Simple Plan) Ordinary Life (Simple Plan) Rest of Us (Simple Plan) You Suck at Love (Simple Plan) Jet Lag was one of those songs which I heard for the first time and immediately knew would become one of my all-time favourite songs. A feeling as certain and definitive as that is rare. And given my long-distance friendship with Ewen, it was certainly very fitting.

French

J’ai cherché (Amir)

Vivo per lei (Andrea Bocelli) Somehow, I had downloaded versions of this song in Italian, French, Spanish, and German.

L’amoureuse (Carla Bruni)

Le serviteur du mal (Aya_me) I went through a weird phase of listening to European-language covers of Japanese music.

Adieu (Coeur de pirate) Ava (Coeur de pirate) Cap diamant (Coeur de pirate) Danse et danse (Coeur de pirate) Golden Baby (Coeur de pirate) Hôtel amour (Coeur de pirate) La petite mort (Coeur de pirate) Les amours dévouées (Coeur de pirate) Lève les voiles (Coeur de pirate) Loin d’ici (Coeur de pirate) Place de la République (Coeur de pirate) Prince Arthur (Coeur de pirate) Saint-Laurent (Coeur de pirate) Verseau (Coeur de pirate) Berceuse (Coeur de pirate) C’était salement romantique (Coeur de pirate) Comme des enfants (Coeur de pirate) Corbeau (Coeur de pirate) Ensemble (Coeur de pirate) Fondu au noir (Coeur de pirate) Francis (Coeur de pirate) La vie est ailleurs (Coeur de pirate) Le long du large (Coeur de pirate) Pour un infidèle (Coeur de pirate) Printemps (Coeur de pirate) Crier tout bas (Coeur de pirate) Drapeau blanc (Coeur de pirate) Oublie-moi (Coeur de pirate) Tu oublieras mon nom (Coeur de pirate) Where do I even start with Coeur de pirate? That first French class, perhaps, where we listened to Comme des enfants, like so many French students who embark on their journey in this language. Her live concert, where I encountered so many of my classmates from French courses throughout undergrad. Messy attempts at translating the lyrics of Printemps in the back of a car during a long road trip, surrounded by towering trees on either side. A song on repeat on my iPhone 4. Early mornings and dark nights with Oublie-moi. Cap Diamant is pretty, and Place de la République is powerful, and Verseau is energetic, and Oublie-moi is haunting, and Comme des enfants the most special of all.

Je reviens au berceau de l’Acadie (Grand Dérangement) During Explore 2017 in Chicoutimi, one of our assignments was to give a presentation on a song. This was by far both my and Megan’s favourite.

Dernière danse (Indila) Feuille d’automne (India) Dernière danse was definitely the more popular one, but I liked Feuille d’automne better.

Ma référence (Jena Lee) Vous Remercier (Jena Lee) Her name isn’t very French, but Ma référence was the second most-frequently played song in my entire iTunes library, beat only by 蝴蝶飞呀.

Les Champs-Élysées (Joe Dassin) Very much a classic, and it reminds me of Québec even though it should for obvious reasons remind me of France.

C’est la vie (Khaled) Such an energetic song. Megan loved the music video.

Toune d’automne (Les Cowboys Fringants) Marie-Elizabeth, the first classmate that I ever talked to in first year, told me one morning as we were studying together for our third-year French class that she particularly liked this band.

A nos actes manqués (M. Pokora) Voir la nuit s’emballer (M. Pokora) Juste une photo de toi (M. Pokora) Someone presented Juste une photo de toi for that assignment during Explore 2017 in Chicoutimi. Was it Megan and her group?

Envole-moi (Génération Goldman) Là-bas (Génération Goldman) C’est ta chance (Génération Goldman) I particularly enjoyed the music video for C’est ta chance.

Un coup sur mon coeur (Marc Dupré) Another pleasant song that reminds me of that class in Chicoutimi 2017.

Elle me dit (MIKA) Not my type of song, but this one is a classic.

Pas toi (TAL) Je prends le large (TAL) Le sens de la vie (TAL) Marcher au soleil (TAL) Le sens de la vie was another one of those energetic songs that I listened to for motivation during long nights of studying.

On va s’aimer encore (Vincent Vallières) One of our animatrices told us, that day in Chicoutimi, that she wanted this song to play at her wedding one day.

Italian

Alice e il blu (Annalisa Scarrone) Diamante lei e luce lui (Annalisa Scarrone) Non cambiare mai (Annalisa Scarrone) Senza riserva (Annalisa Scarrone) Tra a due minuti è primavera (Annalisa Scarrone) I’m not sure why I listened to so much of Annalisa Scarrone, but her songs must’ve characterized my early Italian phrase. My favourite of these by far was Diamante lei e luce lui, which I often played on repeat on my iPhone 4.

Dove ci siamo persi (Giada) Siamo amore (Giada) Of all my Italian-language songs, Giada’s were never among the ones closest to my heart, yet the lyrics ‘con il cielo negli occhi e il sole nell’anima illuminiamo la notte’ have served as my Instagram biography for years.

Dove resto solo io (Laura Pausini) Limpido (Laura Pausini) Se non te (Laura Pausini) De tu amor (Laura Pausini) Benvenuto (Laura Pausini) Celeste (Laura Pausini) Le cose che non mi aspetto (Laura Pausini) Non ho mai smesso (Laura Pausini) Io canto (Laura Pausini) Strada facendo (Laura Pausini) Gente (Laura Pausini) Strani amori (Laura Pausini) Dove sei (Laura Pausini) La solitudine (Laura Pausini) Non c’è (Laura Pausini) Incancellabile (Laura Pausini) Seamisai (Laura Pausini) Bellissimo così (Laura Pausini) Mille braccia (Laura Pausini) Primavera in anticipo (Laura Pausini) E ritorno da te (Laura Pausini) Il mio sbaglio più grande (Laura Pausini) Siamo noi (Laura Pausini) Tra te e il mare (Laura Pausini) I think I was obsessed with her at one point. Maybe because I mentioned her to my French teacher, Mr. Cassino, and he said that she was very famous and he listened to her music too? Anyway, she featured very, very prominently in my high school playlists. Benvenuto reminds me of New Year’s spent on the downstairs couch with my parents. Io canto was the song I listened to for inspiration and motivation during the preparatory period leading up to IB exams. Or maybe that was Strada facendo — the memories blur a little, now. Gente was the song that I listened to as I rode ski lifts up the mountains, my fingers so cold that I couldn’t even feel them. Strani amori reminds me of a celestial canvas full of stars. La solitudine and Non c’è and Siamo noi were classics on my phone.

Forse un angelo (Studio 3) The song that I associate most closely with Cinzia, that first tumblr friend. Such a bright, happy tune, full of bright, happy memories.

German

Verrückt nach dir (Beatrice Egli)

Mehr als perfekt (Christina Stürmer) Seite an Seite (Christina Stürmer) Wir leben den Moment (Christina Stürmer) Millionen Lichter (Christina Stürmer) Ah yes, this is a familiar tune. It reminds me of German classes and long conversations with Ewen.

Der Morgen (Daniel Bertram) Unser Himmel Atmet (Daniel Bertram) Long, foggy roads. The house lounge in Ross House. My friendship with Sophy. Echoes in the mist.

Geiles Leben (Glasperlenspiel) Nie Vergessen (Glasperlenspiel)

Atemlos durch die Nacht (Helene Fischer) Auf der Suche nach mir (Helene Fischer) Ein kleines Glück (Helene Fischer) Es gibt ihn also doch (Helene Fischer) Fehlerfrei (Helene Fischer) Marathon (Helene Fischer) Mit keinem Anderem (Helene Fischer) Phänomen (Helene Fischer) So kann das Leben sein (Helene Fischer) Von hier bis unendlich (Helene Fischer) Didn’t Atemlos durch die Nacht become a meme at some point? Regardless, I quite enjoyed Helene Fischer, which I often listened to on repeat.

Spanish

17 años (Dvicio) Crucigrama (Dvicio) Enamórate (Dvicio) Justo ahora (Dvicio) Paraíso (Dvicio) Rebeldes (Dvicio) Se Te Olvido Quererme (Dvicio) Oh man, Dvicio. Ewen and I spent so much time talking about how cute these Spanish boys were. I once saw someone on the bus who looked like the lead singer.

Contigo hasta el final (El sueño de Morfeo) I don’t remember this song, but that band name is cool.

Somos aire (Motel) Esferas (Motel)

Creo en time (Reik) Tu mirada (Reik) Ciego (Reik) Con la cara en alto (Reik) Noviembre sin ti (Reik) Tu fuiste de aquí (Reik) My first foray into Spanish music began with Noviembre sin ti, which reminds me of afternoons spent in front of the computer in the computer room, and conversations with Cinzia — was that her name? — who was among my first tumblr friends, when I was just a fledgling little language blogger trying to find my place on the internet.

Japanese

Ai Kotoba (Hatsune Miku) The ever-iconic Hatsune Miku, although I preferred Shounen-T’s cover by far.

Just Be Friends (Vocaloid) Definitely an iPhone 4 song. Why did I listen to this so often during high school?

Orenji (Kagamine Len) This song was pretty, if nothing else.

Aku no Meshitsukai (NicoNico Chorus) Calc (NicoNico Chorus) Fire Flower (NicoNico Chorus) From Y to Y (NicoNico Chorus) Futariboshi (NicoNico Chorus) Hoshi No Uta (NicoNico Chorus) Karakuri Piero (NicoNico Chorus) Senbonzakura (NicoNico Chorus) Souzou Forest (NicoNico Chorus) Twinkle (NicoNico Chorus) Vocaloid was an entire playlist by itself. I learned so many random Japanese words by listening to these songs on repeat, and they often accompanied my artistic exploits or those long hours spent on the treadmill. My favourites among these were Calc, Futariboshi, Hoshi No Uta, Senbonzakura, and Souzou Forest.

#lol @ me making writing things out of the necessity to delete files on my laptop #so this ancient decrepit thing doesn't just keel over and die

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lovemeleo · 3 years

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Valentine’s Day with kids

It’s literally 38 minutes until the end of Valentine’s Day but I finally finished! Y’all know I had to get some Coops with Asher for Valentine’s day! This was so fun to write, so I hope you all enjoy! Coops and the SW world belongs to forever fantastic @lumosinlove but Asher Pascal is my OC!

Here is the rest of the Asher Pascal series if you haven’t read any of those yet!

cw: mentions of food

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There was a big difference between Valentine’s day with and without a child. Today was the day Sirius and Remus were finding that out. They had two Valentine days together prior to this one but now they had Asher as well.

A few of their teammates had even offered to watch Asher for them so they could go out for dinner, but they turned them all down. There was all the time in the world to go for dinner dates or to the movies or whatever else they would have planned. They decided with this being Asher’s first Valentine’s day, they would celebrate with him.

The night before, they had gone to the grocery store and purchased tons of Valentine’s day things, decorations for the house, tons of construction paper to make valentines. After Asher had gone to sleep, they hung pink and red streamers and hearts all over the kitchen, throughout the hall. Sirius and Remus fell into bed around 11pm, too tired to even pull the blankets over themselves.

Around 7 the next morning, they began to hear movement from the baby monitor. Sirius let out a groan, pressing his face into the pillows, “The mini monster is moving.” He mumbled, his voice muffled.

“Maybe if we stay quiet, he’ll go back to sleep. And we can sleep a bit longer.” Remus murmured from where he was cuddled into Sirius’s side.

Just as they started dozing off, a tiny voice started calling to them through the monitor, “Dad! Daddy! Hello! It’s me, Asher!” Remus couldn’t help but laugh, as he pressed his face into Sirius’s shoulder.

Grumbling softly, Sirius began sitting up, “It appears we’re being summoned.” He said as he sat up. Before he could get out of bed, Sirius was pulled back down for a kiss, both of them smiling into it.

“Happy Valentine’s day, baby.” Remus murmured against his lips.

Sirius hummed happily as he pulled away, “Happy Valentine’s day, mon loup. I-”

“Hello?!” A tapping sound followed the insistent voice, cutting Sirius off as they both glanced over at the monitor. Sirius shook his head with a laugh, tugging on a pair of sweats before heading down the hall to Asher’s room.

The child in question was standing in his crib in his footie pajamas, staring at the door impatiently, “Daddy, I called you.”

Shaking his head fondly, Sirius lifted Asher out of the crib and rested him on his hip, “Terribly sorry, mon petit.” He said as they began to make their way down the hall. Asher’s eyes widened as he looked at all the decorations.

“The house is so pretty.” The little boy murmured, eyes on the sparkly hearts that covered the walls.

Remus met up with them in the kitchen, smiling as he saw Asher’s wide eyes, “Ready for pancakes?” He asked as he started getting the ingredients out. Sirius rested Asher on the counter in between them as he wiggled happily.

“Looove pancakes! Can we make them pretty too?” He asked, looking up at Remus. As if he could ever say no to that face.

Pulling out the food coloring, Remus set them next to the big mixing bowl, “Of course, we’ve got a couple different colors.”

“Red, please!” Asher said with a happy grin. They had started teaching Asher colors recently. To absolutely no one’s surprise, his favorite color? Gryffindor red. Though he still struggled to say Gryffindor.

Remus added the red into pancake batter before he began mixing it together. Leaning over the bowl carefully, Asher watched as the red swirled into the batter, “Perfect.” He whispered quietly.

“What color is it now, Ash?” Sirius asked, keeping his hands on either side of Asher to make sure he didn’t fall off the counter.

Asher’s eyebrows furrowed as he kicked his feet, bouncing them off the counter, “Umm.. Pink?” He said, glancing up at Remus.

Nodding, Remus smiled big, “Great job, Ash!” He said, holding up his hand for a high five. Wiggling happily in his spot, Asher reached up and high fived Remus.

As Remus began to put the pancakes on the griddle, Sirius moved Asher to his highchair, “So after pancakes, we get to start making our valentines. Who’re you gonna make them for?” He asked as he got him buckled in.

Asher hummed softly as he thought, “It’s a long list, daddy. I need lots of paper.” He insisted.

Chuckling softly, Sirius started setting the table, “We’ve got tons of paper, don’t worry, bub.” Remus started setting out pancakes on their plates. He had managed to make them into the shape of hearts.

“Turning into a chef now, Loops?” Sirius said with a smile as he watched Remus make a smiley face on their pancakes with whipped cream and syrup on the top..

Asher gasped as they were put on his plate, “Daddy! They look so yummy!!” He said happily, grabbing his fork as he began to eat. They were trying to be better about letting him eat by himself, even if that meant a long bath afterwards. He was getting better though. They mostly just needed a washcloth nowadays instead of the whole bath.

The pile of pancakes was quickly demolished between the three of them, Sirius loading the dishwasher as Remus took Asher to wash up. Between the syrup and the whipped cream, the aftermath was a bit of a mess.

After the bath, he took Asher into his room, setting him on the floor as he started going through the closet, “Alright, Ash. What do we wanna wear today?”

“Red.”

Remus let out a sigh, glancing back at him, “Helpful, very helpful. Which red? You wanna do the red leggings?”

Asher nodded quickly, getting up to pull them out of the drawer, “With my Gryff sweater, pleeease!” He insisted, quickly tugging the leggings on. The Gryff sweater was his favorite, it was a gift from the team and had his name on the back. As soon as Remus handed it to him, Asher was tugging it over his head, messy curls popping out of the top.

When they got back downstairs, Sirius had cleaned up the kitchen and gotten their own little valentine workshop set up in the living room. On top of the tons of construction paper, they had purchased glitter, new markers, glue and valentine’s themed stickers.

Remus set Asher down so he could run over to the table, and he quickly got his first piece of paper setup.

“Who’s that one for, Asher?” Remus asked as he sat across from him.

Asher looked up from the paper that was already covered in glitter, “It’s for my Le!” He said happily. He made a giant heart on the front, covering it with glue and then glitter. As soon as he was done, Sirius wrote Leo’s name on the bottom before setting it aside to dry.

This process was continued, and before they knew it, their living room was just covered in valentines. Asher insisted on making one for every single player on the team, as well as any of their family members he had met. It looked like a glitter bomb had exploded in their living room.

“We’re going to be covered in glitter for months.” Sirius muttered, glitter falling as he shook out his hair.

Remus nodded as he picked it off his skin, watching as Asher finished up his last couple valentines, “Yeah. It’s going to be literally everywhere. We’re gonna deliver these in the locker room and then it’s going to be on the jerseys and the helmets.” He said with a chuckle.

Smirking, Sirius rested his head on Remus’s shoulder, “And they thought our team couldn’t get more gay. Wait until they see us coming onto the ice, covered in glitter.”

They both started giggling, leaning into each other when Asher walked over, holding a piece of paper carefully.

“What you got there, mon chou?” Sirius asked with a smile, sitting up to pull Asher on his lap.

Asher looked up nervously, “This is yours.” He said, holding it out.

Both of their faces softened as Remus took it carefully, looking at the picture. He had drawn three stick people, holding hands in a big heart. It had glitter all around it and smiley faces.

“That’s you with the short hair then Daddy, that’s you with long hair. And I’m in the middle. And we’re in a heart because I love you.” Asher said softly, fiddling with the bottom of his sweater.

Sirius sniffled softly, “Mon petit amour.. It’s perfect. We love you too.”

“Yes, So much,” Remus whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “We’re going to have to get a frame for this. It’s a masterpiece.”

Asher smiled proudly, nuzzling in between them.

Valentine’s Day with a kid was very different from Valentine’s day without one, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.

And neither would the entirety of the Lions who of course were covered in glitter for months, but still kept their valentines hung up in their locker room stalls.

#coops #remus lupin #sirius black #lumosinlove #sweater weather #valentine's day #happy valentine's day #wolfstar #fluff #asher pascal #coops with kids #wolfstar dads #fluffy boys #soft #cw: food

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pia-writes-things · 2 years

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J’ai vu En attendant Bojangles hier soir au ciné et je voulais juste faire un petit post pour exprimer mon amour et mon coup de cœur absolu pour ce film. J’ai vu pas mal de critiques (et même si certaines d’entre elles sont fondées dans une certaine mesure) je trouve que vraiment le film ne les mérite pas toute. Après j’ai pas lu le livre donc je ne peux pas juger de la qualité de l’adaptation mais en lui-même, ce film est clairement un chef-d’œuvre (pour moi) !

J’ai pleuré comme une fontaine pendant les 30 dernières minutes (au moins), j’ai eu les larmes aux yeux au moins 20 fois pendant le reste du film, j’ai beaucoup ri aussi et j’ai beaucoup été attendrie, fin bref ce film est un cocktail d’émotions. On fait les montagnes russes du début à la fin et c’est extra ordinaire. En plus, la musique et la beauté des images sublime le scénario, c’est juste 😙👌🏻 !

Mais alors, ce qui m’a le plus époustouflée, c’est le jeu d’acteurices ! Solan Machado-Graner qui joue Gary (l’enfant) est juste incroyable. Ce gamin a un talent monstre et si il le décide, il peut clairement avoir une carrière de fou dans le cinéma. Il jouait de manière si tendre et si juste, jamais caricaturale à des moments où c’était si facile de le faire, je- Fin bref, ce gamin est incroyable. Romain Duris était aussi super bon, dans un jeu tout en subtilité et en vulnérabilité et surtout dans une alchimie avec Virginie Efira qui frise la perfection.

Et bah, le clou du spectacle, c’était vraiment Virginie Efira pour moi. Elle délivre une performance époustouflante, incroyable, pour un rôle extrêmement dur à interpréter je pense, qui aurait pu très facilement tombé dans le cliché ou le déjà-vu. Son jeu est subtil, puissant, émouvant, j’ai envie de dire parfait. C’est simple, si elle ne gagne pas un César l’année prochaine, c’est qu’une autre actrice a délivré une performance tellement forte dans l’année qu’elle gagnera aussi un Oscar (j’exagère à peine ok, même si je suis affreusement biaisée) !

Enfin bref, voilà, j’ai adoré ce film de toute mon âme, donc je suis bien évidemment la meuf la plus biaisée du monde sur la question, mais je me suis dit que c’était important de le dire, que les critiques ne noient pas la beauté de ce film. Parce que même si vous n’aimerez peut-être pas autant que moi le film, ça reste un excellent film à voir.

TW psychophobie, maltraitance médicale et suicide pour le film ( et le livre du coup aussi, j’imagine) par contre.

English version below the cut

I saw Waiting for Bojangles last night in the theatre and I just wanted to make a little post to express my absolute love and how this is now one of my favourite movies. I've seen quite a few reviews (and even if some of them are true to a certain extent) I think the film really doesn’t deserve them all. After all, I haven't read the book so I can't judge the quality of the adaptation but in itself, this film is clearly a masterpiece (for me)!

I cried like a fountain during the last 30 minutes (at least), I teared-up at least 20 times during the rest of the film, I laughed a lot too and I got emotional at various moments, in short this film is a cocktail of emotions. It's a roller-coaster ride from beginning to end and it's extraordinary. On top of that, the music and the cinematography sublime the script, it's just 😙👌🏻!

But then, what blew me away the most was the acting! Solan Machado-Graner who plays Gary (the kid) is just amazing. This kid is amazingly talented and if he chooses to, he can clearly have a wonderful career in film. He played so tenderly and accurately, never cartoonish at times when it was so easy to do so, I- Anyway, this kid is incredible. Romain Duris was also very good, playing with subtlety and vulnerability and above all with a chemistry with Virginie Efira that borders on perfection.

And well, the highlight of the show was really Virginie Efira for me. She delivers a breathtaking, incredible performance for a role that is extremely hard to play I think, which could have easily fallen into cliché or déjà-vu. Her acting is subtle, powerful, moving, I want to say perfect. It's simple, if she doesn't win a César next year, it's because another actress delivered such a strong performance in the year that she will also win an Oscar (I'm hardly exaggerating OK, even if I'm horribly biased)!

Anyway, here it is, I loved this film with all my soul, so I'm obviously the most biased person in the world on the matter, but I thought it was important to say it, so that the critics don't drown out the beauty of this film. Because even if you might not like the film as much as I do, it's still a great film to see.

TW psycho-phobia, medical abuse and suicide for the film (and the book too, I guess) though.

#en attendant bojangles #virginie efira #romain duris #solan machado-graner #upthebaguette #movies #pia's oversharing

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lu-undy · 4 years

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Chapter 27 - SBT

Here it is!

"Your performance tonight was absolutely baffling, Lulu!"

The Frenchman raised his eyes from his glass of wine to the criminal facing him, the reason why that whole song had made sense; namely, Arthur Duchemin.

"Many thanks."

"You have talent for this and much more than the younger generation and their nonsensical noise they dare call music."

Lucien was still in the emotion of the song he had just sung, a bit like when you watch a movie and the taste of it lingers on even after it ends. He had sung his heart and soul out to an audience that couldn't possibly imagine what it had meant for him.

He had sung about the solitude that Duchemin had forced him into for years, and this feeling of his body being an empty shell. He was missing his half, or maybe his three-quarters. He had been missing the presence of someone who could make him feel. Feel what? Anything, absolutely anything besides rage, frustration and distress. He didn't know what it felt anymore to have someone's eyes on him with that special flame, that unique spark that made him look handsome when he only saw himself old and grey.

Duchemin had applauded him and asked for him to enjoy his dinner in his company.

"So, what will you have? I tried the beef stew last time and it was quite the surprise, a good one." The calm devil said.

Lucien couldn't eat. Not only was Duchemin going to pay for his food, which was an idea he could not stand, but the song had emptied him. He needed warmth. He needed something to replenish his emotional and social energy. He raised his eyes off the menu and thought to himself. Non. He would not eat a thing. Duchemin can keep his blood covered money; money he got from killing people, from stealing people away from Lucien. Non, it disgusted him.

"If you'll excuse me, tonight's show has emptied me of my energy. I shall take my leave." The spy politely said as he folded the menu shut and put it back on the table.

"Oh, but of course, I understand. Pray do take some well earned rest. And I hope to see more of these performances in the future."

"I will make sure you do, many thanks and have a good evening."

Lucien took his leave and headed straight back home on his black, slim motorcycle. When he reached his door on the fifth floor of the hotel, he saw another tupperware box waiting for him. He picked it up from the floor and unlocked his door. As soon as he pushed it open-

"Meow!"

The little ball of white fluff jumped on his ankle and climbed all along his body to reach his shoulder.

"Oh… Mon bébé…"

[Oh… My baby…]

Lucien took Perle in his gloved hands and hugged her dearly.

"Laisse-moi juste prendre une douche et je suis à toi, d'accord?"

[Let me just take a shower and I will be all yours, agreed?]

She purred and mewled, delighted that her master had come back home. Lucien did what he said and a few moments later, he was in his bed, laying on his back with little Perle on his chest.

"Meow?"

He was petting her, letting his fingers run through her fur.

"Oui, maintenant ça va."

[Yes, now I am alright.]

"Meow?"

She rolled herself in a little ball before laying down on Lucien's chest, raising and falling to the rhythm of his breath.

"C'est la chanson que j'ai chantée aujourd'hui."

[It's the song I sang today.]

He admitted as he sighed. Perle listened to him vent while purring under his naked fingers.

"Perle?"

"Meow?"

"Promets-moi de rester avec moi, s'il te plaît. Ne m'abandonne pas."

[Promise me to stay with me, please. Don't ever abandon me.]

He raised her to his lips and kissed her.

"Meow." She promised.

"Je ne suis pas un homme bon, je ne sais pas élever un enfant seul. Mais je n'en peux plus de rester seul. Depuis que tu es rentré dans ma vie, je… Je me sens tellement mieux. J'ai quelqu'un qui m'attend quand je rentre à la maison, quelqu'un qui certes, peut me mordre de temps à autres mais quelqu'un qui m'aime bien, je crois."

[I am not a good man, and I don't know how to raise a child on my own. But I cannot stand to stay alone anymore. Since you have come into my life, I… I feel much better. I have someone to come back to when I come back home. Yes, it is someone who bites me from time to time, but it is someone who likes me, I believe."

Perle brushed her head on his mouth repeatedly as she mewled her comfort and support to Lucien. As much as he promised that he wouldn't abandon her, she wouldn't abandon him. Non, he was her everything, her father, her mother and her protector. She loved him.

On his side, Lucien started to think that he perhaps should have got a pet earlier. Maybe that would have helped although in truth, he still felt empty inside. Perle's purrs and fluff didn't do everything. Sometimes and paradoxically enough, it even made him feel worse. The moments where he was raising her, where he was explaining the world around her to her big blue eyes, those were hard moments. It reminded him of his short time as a father, too short.

"Meow?"

"Oui, j'ai eu un bébé avant toi."

[Yes, I have had a baby before you.]

Lucien stared at the ceiling.

"Meow?"

"Non, pas un chaton. Un bébé - mon bébé, ma chair et mon sang. C'était un petit garçon."

[No, not a kitten. A baby - my baby, my own flesh and blood. It was a little boy.]

Perle purred louder and louder, her whole little body was trembling.

"Cela fait dix ans que je ne l'ai pas vu, que je ne peux pas le voir. Il avait une dizaine d'année quand je l'ai vu pour la dernière fois, lui et sa mère."

[It has been ten years that I haven't seen him, that I couldn't see him. He was ten years old when I saw him last, him and his mother.]

Perle listened as she nibbled on Lucien's index finger.

"Meow."

He smiled.

"Oui, maintenant je t'ai toi. Tu es tout ce qui me reste."

[Yes, now I have you. You are all I have left.]

Lucien sat up against the wall on his bed and hugged his furry companion.

"Meow…"

She seemed to say that he was exactly that for her too. If not for him, she would have died of fear, cold and malnutrition in the dirty streets of this Australian town. Lucien held the little cat to his lips. He whispered through her fur.

"Je te quitterai pas. Je ne t'abandonnerai pas. J'ai déjà perdu un enfant et c'est plus ce que je ne peux supporter. Non, mon bébé, quand j'en aurai fini avec Duchemin, on s'en ira, toi et moi, quelque part de calme, de tranquille, loin de tout. Ça te va?"

[I won't leave you. I won't abandon you. I have already lost a child and it is more than what I can bear. No, my baby, when I am done with Duchemin, we will leave, you and me, somewhere calm, far from everything. Would you agree to that?]

And of course Perle agreed in mewls and in purs. The poor baby couldn't dream of a better life, just her, and her human father.

On these thoughts, Lucien sank back to lie on his bed, Perle curled on his pillow, right next to his face. He whispered soft stories to put her to sleep and ended up falling in Morpheus's arms first, his senses dulled by her purrs.

"Dad? You're home? Oh!"

Lucien smiled. He had come home a bit early that day and wanted to surprise his son. As the boy opened the door, he saw his father on his armchair, reading a magazine.

"Oui, mon fils."

[Yes, son.]

The little blond boy with buck teeth ran to his father, letting his backpack drop to the floor and crashed on his father's legs. Lucien crouched down to be at eye-level with his little boy and hugged him dearly.

"Oh, what is this plaster, Jérémy? Don't tell me you got in a fight again…" Lucien put his index on his son's cheek. Jérémy lowered his head.

"But they were saying bad things about you and Ma'..." The young boy said, his head lowered still.

"I told you." Lucien put his hand on his son's shoulder. "Your classmates will not stop until you show them that you don't care about what they say. As long as they get a reaction off of you, they will continue."

"Your dad is right, Jay." Jérémy's mother entered the house and shut the door after her son and herself. "You should try his advice, sweetie."

"But it's hard!" The young boy protested.

"Nothing comes easy, mon petit." Lucien gave a kiss on his son's brow. "Now, come, would you like something to eat perhaps?"

[My little one]

Both men went to the kitchen hand in hand, under the lady's kind eyes.

"Dad, can you make me one of your omelettes for dinner tonight?"

Lucien carried his son and put him on the kitchen top.

"I think your mother has already prepared something for tonight, and I'm told it might be your favourite too."

"Really?" Little Jérémy's eyes shone brighter. They were blue, like both his parents, but not as light as his father.

"Hm-mh. But I will try to negotiate with her if you are really hungry, I can make a small one that we share, what do you say, hm?" Lucien extended his hand flat, palm up, and Jérémy slapped it.

"Yeah!"

"Right, you don't move from here, d'accord?"

[Alright?]

"Lucien?"

The Frenchman turned and his beautiful lady was there, by his side as he was sitting on the armchair.

"Oui?"

"D'you need anythin' darling? I'm out shopping."

"Non, nothing, mon amour."

[My love.]

"You sure?"

"Oh, maybe one thing."

The lady in the blue dress and matching headband looked at him.

"Come back fast for me." He added and she smiled.

"I'll do my best."

She grabbed her purse and went at the foot of the stairs.

"Jay, are you comin' with me, sweetie?"

"Comin', Ma'!"

The little boy came rushing down the stairs. Lucien watched as the young boy put on his jacket before grabbing his mother's hand.

"Aren't you both forgetting something?" Lucien asked from his armchair.

"Oh!" Jérémy let go of his mother's hand and went to kiss his father. His mother came right after and did the same but Lucien took her hand and pulled her in for a longer kiss.

"Ew! Dad!" Jérémy turned his back and winced while his parents' smiles grew wider. They broke the kiss and Lucien patted his son's head as he chuckled.

Mother and son exited the house and the Frenchman went to the window. He pushed the thin curtain aside with the tip of his fingers to see his lovely family on their way to the local supermarket.

But a black 4x4 came at the angle of the street at full speed, taking a turn that was so sudden that it sent it drifting on the asphalt, the rubber of the tyres squeaked.

"NON!"

Lucien saw it all before his eyes. The car drifting slowly as Jérémy and his mother were crossing the street. She scooped their son off the road but the vehicle collided with her and sent both of them flying, only to land metres away from the impact on the opposite side of the road.

The Frenchman ran to the street without his shoes, he sprinted to the end of the road and his fiancée on the pavement, a group of passer-bys had stopped and tried to help her while a police car rushed past, chasing the black 4x4.

"Marie! Mon amour! Jérémy! Call an ambulance!"

[Mary! My love! Jeremy!]

When he reached them, his knees were wobbling and the sight of them both unconscious made him collapse to the ground. He held her against his chest and pulled Jérémy to him. He sobbed and sobbed and when the ambulance finally came, he knew that there was no one to save. He didn't let go of either of them. He barked at the first aiders to leave them alone, he yelled and screamed in the street, like a rabid, helpless dog.

"Mon Dieu!"

"Meow!"

Lucien woke up and sat in a flash. He was sweating and panted to catch his breath. Perle had jumped in fright when he shouted himself out of his sleep.

"Meow?" She mewled and mewled, while he rubbed his eyes and tried to understand where he was, when, and why.

"Mon Dieu…"

[My God…]

He sat up, his back against the wall behind him and Perle climbed on his lap. As he rubbed his eyes, he realised his cheeks were wet. He had cried in his sleep. Again.

"Je pensais que ça s'était arrêté."

[I thought they had stopped.]

"Meow?" Perle asked.

"Les cauchemars."

[The nightmares.]

He answered and looked at the shut curtains in his bedroom. He could see the early morning light filter through the fibres of the fabric.

"Dors, mon bébé. Moi, je vais me lever."

[Sleep, my baby. I will get up.]

Lucien pulled himself out of his bed and went to the bathroom. It was only when he left the carpeted floor of his bedroom and walked on the tiles that he heard the tics of Perle's little claws on the floor. She did follow him.

She looked high up at him. He was a giant next to her, she barely reached his ankle. Lucien crouched down and scooped her off the floor.

"Merci, mon bébé."

[Thank you, my baby.]

He kissed her forehead and dropped her on his shoulder.

-- A few days later --

"Perle, le lait…"

[Perle, the milk…]

He said as he looked at her on the table next to his cup of coffee.

"Meow?"

"Tu t'en es encore mis partout, mon bébé."

[Your lips and cheeks are full of milk, my baby.]

He grabbed a paper tissue and she hissed as usual.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." He raised his eyebrows and his index finger. "Plus tu te plains, plus ça va durer longtemps."

[The more you complain, the longer it will last.]

"Meow…"

He wiped her face and let her fight with the paper tissue as he watched it all with a smile.

The doorbell rang.

Lucien went to get it.

"Oh, bonjour Bastien."

"Hey, L…" Bastien's eyes went down the mass of white fur climbing Lucien's side from his legs all the way up to his shoulder. "And hello Pearl."

As expected, the kitten hissed.

"I have some news for you, and a good number of letters…"

Lucien's eyes went down to the cardboard box that the young man was carrying.

"They come from the Queen Victoria. The manager had them sent here. Apparently, he didn't know where to put them!"

"Ah, merci." Lucien took the box from him. "Anything else?"

"Uh, just a word from Maurice, he asked me to tell you that you were on the right track."

Lucien half smiled.

"Of course, I am. Thank you Bastien."

"You're welcome. Take care, bye!"

Lucien shut the door and went to the sofa. He opened the cardboard box with his knife and took a peek in.

"Letters…?"

He emptied the box on his lap and put it next to him on the sofa, for Perle's greatest delight…

"What are all these?" He wondered as he flipped the envelopes to try and guess. He finally opened them, one after the other, while Perle found that cardboard box to be her second favourite place to be in, after Lucien's palms.

"Mon Dieu…"

As Lucien's eyes scanned the letters, he realised they were all from people who had come to the shows and enjoyed them. It was all from admirers. The more he read, the bigger his smile got on his face. Those letters were like Christmas for his ego!

Unsurprisingly all of them were written by women, and Lucien could smell their perfumes directly on the paper. He read them diagonally, their handwriting was smooth and round until one letter that did stand out.

The paper was cheap and it had been written with a biro, not a fountain pen. The handwriting wasn't smooth, words were crossed out on each line, showing the indecision, maybe the nervousness of the author. Lucien took the paper to his nose and smelt it. Coffee, cheap cigarettes. Oui, a man wrote that.

"Hello,

I am not used to writing to singers but I want to let you know that your last song did something to me. For a moment, I believed that I am not the only one suffering from my loneliness. I had the illusion that the misery I've lived through for the past ten years or so wasn't only my burden to carry. You made me believe that at least you too have lived something similar. Thank you for singing about solitude in a very raw and honest way, for putting words on things that I knew I felt, but did not know how to describe. And if it was only a show, if you haven't lived what you described, then you did an awfully good job at making me believe that you did. If it was all for show, then please understand that you're one hell of a lucky bastard."

Lucien's eyebrows jumped. Well, that is a way to end a letter…! His eyes when to the signature:

"M."

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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nev-shitposts · 5 years

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3. Qui as-tu hâte de voir ?

J’avoue tout : l’amoureux quand on aura l’occas’ de se recapter vite. Après, je dis ça sur du court terme... Sur du plus long terme... PLEINS DE GENS dont pleins de potes, dont toi @amaranthem-sama !

12 Quelles sont tes 5 chansons préférées en ce moment ?

Shingaling - Tom Swoon

youtube

Suddenly I See - KT Tunstall

youtube

Tangled Up - Caro Emerald

youtube

True Kinda Love- Estelle & Zach Callison (From Steven Universe The Movie)

youtube

Soda City Funk

youtube

23. As-tu des problèmes de confiance ?

Moi et problèmes de confiance... C’est un doux euphémisme ! J’ai des souces d’angoisses liés à ma confiance en moi de la taille d’une planète haha. Mais j’y taff taff, comme on dit (spoiler : ça marche bof pour l’instant). Mais je songes à parler de comment gérer les choses quand on a des souces d’anxiété sur mon tumblr d’ailleurs... J’espère que ça pourra aider des gens ducou.

36. As-tu déjà aimé quelqu’un sans le leur dire ?

Aimé vraiment, nope. J’ai même avoué à mes amours d’enfances (et j’ai pris de terribles rateaux) que mon kokoro faisait doki doki.

Cependant, si on parle de crush, et même de sacré gros crush, oui, évidement, comme beaucoup de monde qui crush, je pense. (en particulier un haha mais maintenant, la question se pose plus trop vu que je suis en couple monoamoureux et que je suis fort contente comme ça)

42. Si tu es super silencieux.se, qu’est-ce que cela signifie ?

Surement que je garde un truc pour moi en vénère comme je sais si bien le faire (méga défaut les enfants : le communication c’est important !). Ou juste que je suis turbo gênée et que je sais pas quoi dire. Ou que je suis en train de paniquer ? Ca dépends.

51. Déjà souhaité être quelqu’un d’autre ?

Evidemment, ben ça va avec tout ce qui est sur la confiance en soi. Dans l’absolu, j’ai pas envie de renier ce par quoi je suis passée aujourd’hui et surtout pas d’échanger mon entourage, mais oui ça m’est arrivé.

63. Déjà été amoureux.se ?

Yep ! Ben je suis actuellement en couple avec un charmant garçon dont je suis in love comme on dit dans l’jargon. Donc yep.

74. Combien de peluches d’animaux penses-tu avoir ?

Dans ma chambre actuellement 2, un fabuleux flamant rose et une charmante cigogne, trônant sur mon étagère.

89. Nomme une personne que tu détestes ?

Emmanuel Macron. (mood constant). Eeet moult politiques (la droite //koff koff//). Et pour le plan perso, c’est trop perso, déso pas déso.

94. Combien de sweats as-tu ?

J’ai deux trois sweats à moi, mais j’ai surtout un sacré nombres de sweats laissés par l’amoureux dont je ne me lasse pas (dont le best : celui du conseil étudiant de mon ancienne école. Y’a le logo laping dessus, yess).

105. Déjà été à un feu de camp ?

Moui, plus ou moins. Avec l’amoureux et son frérot, l’an dernier ou y’a deux ans, on avait (enfin ils, moi j’avais fait environ rien) fait un chouette feu de camps au fond du jardin et on avait parlé mangos car son frérot est super calé là dessus. C’était couloss. Et sinon une partie de mon enfance avec mon amie d’enfance.

146. Quelle est ta citation préférée ?

“Et Créon avait raison, c’est terrible, maintenant, à côté de cet homme, je ne sais plus pourquoi je meurs. J’ai peur… “

Antigone - Anouilh aka mon livre préféré de tous les temps

Et en fait toutes mes citations prefs sont toutes les phrases de ce livre. Surtout celles d’Antigone. Je pleure à chaque fois, eh oui.

Merci pour tes petites questions... Hésitez pas à m’en posez moult autres !

#reponses #Ask Me #bla bla #shitpost

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MIREILLE MATHIEU

CINÉMA

Los temas más famosos del cine de habla inglesa y francesa se reúnen en Cinéma, un disco doble en el que la gran cantante francesa Mireille Mathieu recrea una gran banda sonora con temas de compositores inmortales para la gran pantalla como Ennio Morricone, George Gershwin, Cole Porter, Charlie Chaplin, Burt Bacharach o Vangelis. A la venta el viernes 4 de octubre.

Entre las cuarenta pistas de este álbum doble encontraremos temas tan conocidos como “Over the Rainbow”, “The Look of Love” o “Paris en colère”, pero también se incorporan un total de 17 piezas inéditas, entre ellas un dúo con el famoso compositor franc��s Francis Lai en Un homme et une femme.

La música de películas inmortales de todos los tiempos como El Padrino, Casino Royale, Lo que el viento se llevó, Érase una vez en el Oeste o Carros de Fuego también suenan en un álbum que se convertirá en imprescindible para todos los amantes del séptimo arte.

En sus 54 años de carrera, Mireille Mathieu ha grabado 1200 canciones en 9 idiomas diferentes y ha lanzado 75 álbumes de estudio hasta la fecha en todo el mundo. Su último álbum, “Mes Classiques”, lanzado en el otoño de 2018, alcanzó el nº 1 en las listas clásicas francesas y el Top 10 en las listas generales francesas y en las listas clásicas de diversos países.

Mathieu ha realizado numerosos dúos prestigiosos con estrellas internacionales, incluyendo a Paul Anka, Plácido Domingo, Charles Aznavour, Barry Manilow, Patrick Duffy, Tom Jones, Julio Iglesias, Dean Martin y muchos más. A lo largo de su larga carrera ha sido premiada con diversos reconocimientos, por ejemplo en 1999 fue nombrada a “Caballero de la Legión de Honor” por el presidente Jacques Chirac, y más tarde fue ascendida a “Oficial” por Nicolás Sarkozy en 2011. El papa Juan Pablo II la calificó como la cantante “del amor y de la paz”.

CONTENIDO

– CD 1 –

1. Un homme et une femme * - duet with Francis Lai – from the movie « Un Homme et une Femme » 2.54

2. Over the Rainbow – from the movie « The Wizard of Oz » (Le Magicien d’Oz) 3.12

3. Une vie d’amour – from the movie « Téheran 43 » 3.51

4. De rêve en rêverie (« Evergreen ») **- from the movie « A Star is Born » 3.13

5. L’événement le plus important depuis que l’homme a marché sur la Lune ** - from the movie « L’événement le plus important depuis que l’homme a marché sur la Lune » 2.54

6. La bonne année – from the movie « La bonne année » 2.46

7. People ** - from the movie « Funny Girl » 2.39

8. La plus belle chose au monde - from the movie « Love is a Many Splendored Thing » 5.47

9. C’est mieux comme ça ** - from the movie « The Godfather II » 2.46

10. Amour défendu - from the movie « Jeux Interdits » 3.27

11. La voie lactée (« Stardust ») - from the movie « A Star is Born » 3.04

12. Pas vu, pas pris - from the movie « Le Casse » 2.28

13. C’est à Mayerling - from the movie « Mayerling » 3.08

14. Les yeux de l’amour («The look of Love») - from the movie « Casino Royale » (James Bond) 2.54

15. Les bicyclettes de Belsize * - from the movie « Les bicyclettes de Belsize » 3.23

16. Paris en colère - from the movie « Is Paris Burning? » 2.35

17. Soldats sans armes ** - from the movie « Is Paris Burning?» 2.58

18. Adieu à la nuit - from the movie « The Night of the Generals » 2.50

19. Je suis là («Né Spéchi») ** - from the movie « « Rojdennaya Zvezdoï» 3.20

20. Ami la mort attend là-haut ** - from the movie « Battle of Britain» 1.46

– CD 2 –

1. Une histoire d’amour - from the movie « Love Story » 2.58

2. The Way We Were ** - from the movie « The Way We Were » 3.52

3. La marche de Sacco et Vanzetti - from the movie « Sacco et Vanzetti » 3.22

4. Deux petits chaussons de satin blanc - from the movie « Limelight» 1.51

5. L’amour viendra (My own true love ) - from the movie « Gone With the Wind » 3.08

6. Les feux de la chandeleur - from the movie « Les feux de la chandeleur » 1.52

7. Un jour tu reviendras - from the movie «Once Upon a time in the West» 5.09

8. Un regard d’amour * - from the movie « « Chariots of Fire» 3.36

9. Anna et Julien ** - from the movie « Le train » 2.46

10. Une fille au coeur cousu de fil blanc - from the movie « Une fille cousue de fil blanc » 3.10

11. Plaisir d’amour - from the movie « The Heiress » 2.28

12. J’aime Paris («I Love Paris») - from the movie « Can Can » 3.39

13. Don’t Rain On My Parade - from the movie « Funny Girl » 1.51

14. Chez moi («Home») * - from the movie « The Wiz » 3.32

15. Allons voir le monde * - from the movie « The Wiz » 2.49

16. Vive la musique («I’ve Got Rhythm») - from the movie « An American in Paris » 3.11

17. Jean qui rit («Make ’Em Laugh») - from the movie « Singing in the Rain » 2.48

18. J’ai envie de chanter - from the movie «The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle » 3.32

19. If My Friends Could See Me Now * - from the movie « Sweet charity » 2.50

20. New York, New York * - from the movie « New York, New York » 3.46

MIREILLE MATHIEU

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Christiane, mon amour

I almost drowned on my journey to Paris. Not actually in water or La Seine but like, in my own tears (hehe just girly things). I cried ALOT on the first plane ride here (for reasons I will reveal later), but I had three people ask me if I was ok and there was only one person sitting next to me lolol. The guy kept pausing his movie, looking me straight in my soul and asking me if I needed anything. I definitely got healer energy vibes; he centered me some. At least my eyes look super bright when I cry.

When I got to Paris I legitimately walked around the airport for an hour and a half looking for the phone store to buy a SIM card. The terminal I was at was circular, and I could see the store sign in the distance, but every time I walked towards it, it DISAPPEARED. It was like I was Jorah following Dany in the House of the Undying. I kept walking 50 feet forward and then ended up in the same place as I was 50 feet before that.

And then when I finally got my SIM I ordered an Uber (no way in hell I was gonna metro for 1.5 hours in 36 degree heat with three bags). BUT, I had the SAME PROBLEM finding the door that my Uber was waiting at. He was at door 16, and I was at door 8, but every-time I walked 50 feet forward I ended up at the same door 8! I know this because I kept passing a young Parisienne girl with purple hair smoking a cigarette. Maybe the healer dude hexed me because I kept crying during his movie. Who knows.

But despite all this madness, once I finally started driving into the city (in a different Uber because the other one was #cancelled), I started to forget everything that’d just happened. Paris is such a fucking massive city that’s inhabited by so many different cultures. Driving past the gothic architecture paired with an urban flair of fashion was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. My Uber was driven by this old guy with the most calming presence in the damn world, and as the sun shined over the city scape, he pointed out the Sacre Coeur sagaciously croon in a thick French accent, “You look over there and see the highest point of the city. The Heart of Paris, the Romans built the temples to dedicate to gods Mars and Mercury. It’s one of the most loved places by Parisienne.” It was this really surreal moment when you realize that that history and the world is bigger than you could ever imagine, and more beautiful than you ever realized.

After a wonderful couple of days drinking and taking in the Parisienne streets with my homie Graydon (we stayed at a hostel that doubled as a club making it VERY hard to sleep off my tears from the flight) I finally lugged all my shit to my new home: chez de Christiane Fernandez. I was completely lost so I had to call her, but I soon realized that mon amour Christiane could speak absolutely zero English. Though I struggled to understand her over the phone I finally caught the words “Reste là! (Stay there!)”. 15 minutes later I see an old 5′0 foot little lady wobbling down the streets with the most bohemian French attire. She smiled at me with teeth of true French fashion and I knew I was in for a wild ride.

Christiane is a lovely lovely lady, but at the same time, she is bat! shit! crazy!

- She sleeps NAKED on the couch (because her apartment is teeny and there’s not enough rooms).

- She talks to herself 24/7

- For our first breakfast (le petit dejeuner) she made me a piece of toast the size of a Juul. I kid you not. I guess the French take “petit” very seriously.

- She talks to me while I’m showering (more like screams at me, but yeah)

- For lunch she made my housemate and I a plate of cut up oranges with cake sprinkles on top....CAKE SPRINKLES! Like the rainbow kind. Wtf?

- She wears see through leggings that say “Sexy girl!” on them with bright pink thongs.

Anyways, my housemate and I are experiencing a far different homestay than the other people in our program, to say the least. Our apartment is teeny and janky and is pretty far from the city center, while others are staying in penthouse suites overlooking the Eiffel Tower or Arc de Triomphe. But like young Christopher from Into the Wild realizes, the world is full of useless material things. And I’m excited that my experience will give me a Parisienne adventure sans the glitter, glam, and fashion.

I think that the communication barrier is the hardest part though, because she doesn't speak slow enough for either of us to understand. It’s also difficult to differentiate if she’s speaking to me or to herself hahah. I’m looking forward to the challenges ahead, and I’m confident that my French will drastically improve because of our situation.

So there you have it! As my love blossoms for my new “mom”, my adoration of Paris is blossoming too. I’m racking up so many crazy experiences and learning so much that I’m excited to share! Some highlights include: attending a French poetry reading, taking a Tango class in a French girl’s apartment with a view of the entire city, engaging in some philosophical discussions with a couple 30 year old French men (how did I do that?!? No clue haha), and staying out till 6am TOO many nights in a row because the Metros don’t open till 5:30am and you already know I’m not dropping €€ on Ubers. Check back soon:)

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We lost one of the Great Film Makers yesterday. Her soul will live on In Cinema! Rest In Peace, Agnes! - Phroyd

Agnès Varda, a groundbreaking French filmmaker who was closely associated with the New Wave — although her reimagining of filmmaking conventions actually predated the work of Jean-Luc Godard, François Truffaut and others identified with that movement — died on Friday morning at her home in Paris. She was 90.

Her death, from breast cancer, was confirmed by a spokeswoman for her production company, Ciné-Tamaris.

In recent years, Ms. Varda had focused her directorial skills on nonfiction work that used her life and career as a foundation for philosophical ruminations and visual playfulness. “The Gleaners and I,” a 2000 documentary in which she used the themes of collecting, harvesting and recycling to reflect on her own work, is considered by some to be her masterpiece.

But it was not her last film to receive widespread acclaim. In 2017, at the age of 89, Ms. Varda partnered with the French photographer and muralist known as JR on “Faces Places,” a road movie that featured the two of them roaming rural France, meeting the locals, celebrating them with enormous portraits and forming their own fast friendship. Among its many honors was an Academy Award nomination for best documentary feature. (It did not win, but that year Ms. Varda was given an honorary Academy Award for lifetime achievement.)

It was her early dramatic films that helped establish Ms. Varda as both an emblematic feminist and a cinematic firebrand — among them “Cléo From 5 to 7” (1962), in which a pop singer spends a fretful two hours awaiting the result of a cancer examination, and “Le Bonheur” (1965), about a young husband’s blithely choreographed extramarital affair.

Ms. Varda established herself as a maverick cineaste well before such milestones of the New Wave as Mr. Truffaut’s “The 400 Blows” (1959) and Mr. Godard’s “Breathless” (1960). Her “La Pointe Courte” (1955), which juxtaposed the strife of an unhappy couple with the struggles of a French fishing village, anticipated by several years the narrative and visual rule-breaking of directors like Mr. Truffaut, Mr. Godard and Alain Resnais, who edited “La Pointe Courte” and would introduce Ms. Varda to a number of the New Wave principals in Paris.

These included Mr. Truffaut, Mr. Godard, Claude Chabrol and Éric Rohmer, all of whom had gotten their start at the critic André Bazin’s magazine Cahiers du Cinema, and who became known as the Right Bank group. The more politicized and liberal Left Bank group would come to include Mr. Resnais, Chris Marker and Ms. Varda herself.

Arlette Varda was born on May 30, 1928, in Ixelles, Belgium, the daughter of a Greek father and a French mother. She left Belgium with her family in 1940 for Sète, France, where she spent her teenage years. At 18, she changed her name to Agnès.

She studied art history at the École du Louvre and photography at the École des Beaux-Arts before working as a photographer at the Théâtre National Populaire in Paris.

“I just didn’t see films when I was young,” she said in a 2009 interview. “I was stupid and naïve. Maybe I wouldn’t have made films if I had seen lots of others; maybe it would have stopped me.

“I started totally free and crazy and innocent,” she continued. “Now I’ve seen many films, and many beautiful films. And I try to keep a certain level of quality of my films. I don’t do commercials, I don’t do films pre-prepared by other people, I don’t do star system. So I do my own little thing.”

Her “thing” often involved straddling the line between what was commonly accepted as fiction and nonfiction, and defying the boundaries of gender.

“She was very clear about her feeling that the New Wave was a man’s club and that as a woman it was hard for producers to back her, even after she made ‘Cléo’ in 1962,” T. Jefferson Kline, a professor of French at Boston University and the editor of “Agnès Varda: Interviews” (2013), said in an interview for this obituary. “She obviously was not pleased that as a woman filmmaker she had so much trouble getting produced. She went to Los Angeles with her husband, and she said when she came back to France it was like she didn’t exist.”

Ms. Varda was married to the director Jacques Demy (“Lola,” “The Umbrellas of Cherbourg”) from 1962 until his death in 1990. From 1968 to 1970 they lived in Hollywood, where Mr. Demy made “Model Shop” for Columbia Pictures and Ms. Varda made “Lions Love,” which married a meditative late-’60s Los Angeles aesthetic to the New York counterculture. (The cast included the Warhol “superstar” Viva; Gerome Ragni and James Rado, the writers of the book for the musical “Hair”; and the underground filmmaker Shirley Clarke.) During that same period, she shot the short documentary “Black Panthers” (1968), which included an interview with the incarcerated Panther leader Huey Newton; commissioned by French television, it was suppressed at the time.

It was also during that period that she befriended Jim Morrison, the frontman of the Doors, who visited her and Mr. Demy in France; according to Stephen Davis’s “Jim Morrison: Life, Death, Legend” (2004), she was one of only five mourners at Mr. Morrison’s funeral in the Père Lachaise cemetery in Paris in 1971. That same year she became one of the 343 women to sign the “Manifesto of the 343,” a French petition acknowledging that they had had abortions and thus making themselves vulnerable to prosecution.

In 1972, the birth of her son, Mathieu Demy, now an actor, prompted Ms. Varda to sideline her career. He survives her, as does the costume designer Rosalie Varda Demy, Ms. Varda’s daughter from a previous relationship, who was adopted by Jacques Demy.

“Despite my joy,” Ms. Varda told the actress Mireille Amiel in a 1975 interview, “I couldn’t help resenting the brakes put on my work and my travels.” So she had an electric line of about 300 feet for her camera and microphone run from her house, and with this “umbilical cord” she managed to interview the shopkeepers and her other neighbors on the Rue Daguerre. The result was “Daguerréotypes” (1976).

In 1977 she made what she called her “feminist musical,” and one of her better-known films, “One Sings, the Other Doesn’t,” which also seemed inspired by personal circumstance.

“It’s the story of two 15-year-old girls, their lives and their ideas,” she told Ms. Amiel. “They have to face this key problem: Do they want to have children or not? They each fall in love and encounter the contradictions — work/image, ideas/love, etc.”

One of Ms. Varda’s more controversial films, because of its casting, was “Kung-Fu Master!” (1988), a fictional work about an adult woman — played by the actress Jane Birkin, a friend of Ms. Varda’s — who falls in love with a teenage boy, played by Ms. Varda’s son. The title — it was changed in France to “Le Petit Amour” — referred to the young character’s favorite arcade game. The film was shot more or less simultaneously with “Jane B. par Agnes V.,” another of Ms. Varda’s border crossings between fact and fiction, which she called “an imaginary biopic.”

After Jacques Demy’s death, Ms. Varda made three films as a tribute: the biographical drama “Jacquot de Nantes” (1991) and the documentaries “Les Demoiselles Ont Eu 25 Ans” (1993), about the 25th anniversary of Mr. Demy’s “The Young Girls of Rochefort,” and “L’Univers de Jacques Demy” (1995).

Ms. Varda was then relatively inactive until 1999, when, armed for the first time with a digital camera, she set about making “Les Glaneurs et la Glaneuse” (“The Gleaners and I”), which resurrected an artistic career now well accustomed to under appreciation and resuscitation.

“She was a person of immense talent, but also enormously thoughtful,” said Mr. Kline of Boston University. “When you look at some of the films you might think they were more spontaneous than thought out. A film like ‘Cléo,’ for instance, you might have said, ‘O.K., she just follows Cléo around Paris,’ but the film is extremely beautifully imagined and thought out beforehand.”

In “Vagabond,” an 1985 film in which Sandrine Bonnaire plays a woman who is found dead and whose life is recounted, often in documentary style, “the traveling shots in the film are always ending, and each subsequent shot beginning, on a common visual cue,” Mr. Kline said. “It makes you look at film in a completely different way.”

Alison Smith, author of the critical study “Agnès Varda” (1998), called Ms. Varda “a poet of objects and how we use them.” In an interview for this obituary, she added, “Varda as an artist intrigued, and intrigues, me by the constant freshness and curiosity which she brings to her inquiries into the everyday world and how we relate to it, particularly how she uses the detailed fabric of life.”

Richard Peña, who as director of the New York Film Festival helped introduce “Gleaners” to an American audience, praised that film and Ms. Varda’s “The Beaches of Agnès” (2008) as “touchstones for a new generation of nonfiction filmmakers.”

Ms. Varda is represented at the Museum of Modern Art by photographs, films, videos and a three-screen installation titled “The Triptych of Noirmoutier.” “A decision to change direction and move into installation art when over 80 is, by any standards, remarkable,” Ms. Smith said. “But her energy was awe-inspiring.”

Phroyd

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Significant Influences Of Agnès Varda

Agnès Varda is one of the greatest directors to ever do it. With the amazing work that she has created, she has inspired and had some type of influence on todays filmmakers. She was able to inspire others to honor the intersection of inner lives and outer settings. Varda also gave a lot of influence and inspired many on still life and documentary photography, two styles of film she was very good at. Although she has influenced the whole cinematic community there are specifically who have been inspired by her. Their names are Robert Daniels and Miranda July.

Robert Daniels found Agnès very influential because of her documentary films. He loved her approach to life but with a sincerity for death. Even if she always filmed life she also embraced her present mortality. He called her documentary “The Gleaners and I” incredible. The reason he said that was because the way she would point ti her hands that were shaking. She is showing everyone that she is getting to that point..... the end.

Miranda July displays the inspiration she received from Agnès, all over her work. Miranda said that “Le petit Amour” pushed her to create a film herself called ‘Me and You and Everyone We Know.’ She also liked how Varda was able to make a film on an adult and childhood relationship without making it pedophilia. For Miranda it wasn't just Varda’s films that inspired her it was her own life. She even followed in her footsteps and married a director and had children. Before she had died, Miranda and her would hang out and spend time together. Her movie inspired by Agnès actually did very good. Their budget was $800,000 and ended up with $3.9 million from the box office. She interpreted some of Agnès’ filming techniques as well. Miranda said in a post on instagram “She was the filmmaker of my life.”

Agnès did so much in the cinematic community but she especially did a lot for female filmmakers. Back then they never received any credit and no one would notice their work. Once Agnès started to produce films and documentaries, there was no one who could compete with her. It was her time to shine. Her films are still great examples of excellent film techniques and angles. Before and after death she still manages to find her to show everyone how things are done. Many would say that a very well-known person dies at the wrong time and that it was too early for them but with Agnès Varda, she had accomplished everything and was happy with her amazing life.

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"Sailor Moon: The Musical-Le Mouvement Final” to be Screened in U.S. Theaters from March 10

The Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon franchise's 25th anniversary project site announced on February 15 that the final day performance of "Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon: The Musical-Le Mouvement Final," the fifth musical show produced by Nelke Planning, will be screened in select United States theaters from March 10. CineLife Entertainment works on distribution and its official site is currently listing 48 theaters in 22 states.

The Japanese site introduces the US screenings as below:

We proudly announce that the final performance of "Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon: The Musical-Le Mouvement Final" will be screened in movie theaters in the Unites States! This is the first time for 2.5 Dimensional Musical to have screening in the movie theaters in the Unites States. The screening starts on Saturday March 10. Fans in the United States, don't miss this chance. We hope you'll enjoy

it on the screen!

*information: https://sailormoonlive.com/

*The screening starts on Saturday March 10

*The performance was filmed at the 17:00 show on Sunday October 1, 2017 in Osaka

【更新】ミュージカル「美少女戦士セーラームーン」-Le Mouvement Final- 大千秋楽の映像がアメリカの映画館にて上映決定！2.5次元ミュージカル史上初となるアメリカでの劇場公開は3月10日(土)です！※現地時間アメリカにお住まいの皆さま、どうぞお楽しみに！https://t.co/Oikh4iM4sI pic.twitter.com/AKzbE2CcGw

— セーラームーン25th公式 (@sailormoon_25th) 2018年2月15日

After the eight years hiatus, the musical adaptations of Naoko Takeuchi's internationally popular shoujo

manga series was relaunched with all-female new cast members in 2013 as part of the franchise's 20th

anniversary project.

1. "-La Reconquista-" (September 13-23, 2013)

2. "-Petite Étrangère-" (August 21-September 7, 2014)

3. "-Un Nouveau Voyage-" (September 18-October 4, 2015)

4. "-Amour Eternal-" (October 15, 2016-March 11, 2017)

5. "-Le Mouvement Final-" (September 8-October 1, 2017)

5th show digest

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Japanese DVD jacket (March 14, 2018 release)

Source: Sailor Moon 25th anniversary project official website

By: [email protected]

#Anime #News #Latest in Anime News by Crunchyroll!

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In french:

Bonjour,

Je vous retrouve avec un tout nouveau concept que j'ai mis en place sur d'autres plateforme. Particulièrement sur Amino.

Il s'agit de dessiner mes oc selon une race parmi les nombreuses créatures surnaturelles qui existent. J'ai déjà fait Nao en leprechaun.

Maintenant on s'attaque à mon oc Amy.

Quel créature ais-je bien pu choisir ?

Il s'agit du feu follet.

Qu'est-ce qu'un feu follet ?

Il s'agit d'une manifestation lumineuse ayant pour apparence une flamme. Cette manifestation a longtemps été uniquement vue comme celle d'esprits malins et d'âmes en peine venues sous formes de petites flammes hanter les forêts désertes, les marécages et les cimetières.J'ai un amour pour les feu follet surtout depuis " rebelle" film de Disney.

Au départ, je voulais faire une Harpie mais j'ai vite changé d'avis.

À savoir que dessiné Amy en flamme, était trop...simple du coup j'ai fais d'autres recherches sur les feu follet et je suis tombé sur les el famoso Jack-o-lantern. Du coup j'ai eu l'idée de combiné ceci.

Car en Angleterre, les feu follet sont décrit comme des esprit de feu qui prennent une apparence humaine avec une lanterne d'où le nom Jack-o-lantern, ces esprits entraînent ensuite les voyageurs malheureux dans les profondeurs des forets ou au bord d'un précipices avant d'éteindre leur lanternes et de les pousser pour qu'ils meurent.

Ils existent différentes variantes selon les pays mais, je me suis concentré sur cette description.

Du coup, j'ai fais ma petite Amy en tant que feu follet principal, c'est-à-dire dire quand elle est une petite flamme toute chou et quand elle prend une apparence humaine avec une lanterne.

Ses vêtements humain ayant pas mal de référence avec le feu...normal c'est du feu :D

J'ai décidé que son feu serait bleu, il aurait pu être de couleur jaune mais j'ai décidé de le faire bleu, sachant que le feu bleu brûle beaucoup plus. Cela signifie qu'amy est morte prématurément avant de devenir un feu follet et d'errer dans les forêts.

Amy est un feu follet bienveillant, elle refuse de faire du mal aux humains et les guides quand ils sont perdus surtout les enfants.

Ah oui en la dessinant ainsi j'ai imaginé une petite histoire dans cette forme-ci et j'avoue que je la préfère ainsi qu'à l'initial donc j'avoue hésiter à la laisser tel quel.

Le temps de dessin à prit en tout 3 heures. Une heures sur traditionnel et deux heures sur digital.

J'ai pris beaucoup de plaisir à la dessiner ainsi et j'ai hâte de vous montrer les autres dessins ~

J'avoue être curieuse de ce que vous en pensez alors n'hésitez pas à me le dire .u.

In english:

Hi,

I find you with a brand new concept that I have implemented on other platforms. Especially on Amino. It's about drawing my oc according to a race among the many supernatural creatures that exist.

I already did Nao in leprechaun.

Now, we're going after my oc Amy.

What is a will-o'-the-wester? It is a luminous manifestation with a flame appearance. This manifestation has long been seen only as evil men and words of sorrow in the form of small flames, deserted forests, swamps and cemeteries.

I have a love for the Wisp especially since "The Rebellious" Disney movie.

Initially, I wanted to make a Harpie but I quickly changed my mind.

To know that drawn Amy in flame, was too ... simple so I did other research on the wisp and I came across the famoso Jack-o-lantern. So I had the idea to combine this.

For in England, the will-o'-the-wisp is described as a spirit of fire that takes on a human appearance with a lantern from which the name Jack-o-lantern, these spirits then draw the unhappy travelers into the depths of the forest or at the edge. of a precipice before extinguishing their lanterns and pushing them to die.

They exist different variants according to the countries but, I concentrated on this description.

Suddenly, I made my little Amy as the main wisp, that is to say when she is a small flame all cabbage and when she takes a human appearance with a lantern. His human clothes having a lot of reference to fire ... normal is fire: D

I decided that his fire would be blue, it could have been yellow but I decided to make it blue, knowing that the blue fire burns a lot more. This means that Amy died prematurely before becoming a wisp and wandering in the woods.

Amy is a benevolent wisp, she refuses to harm humans and guides when they are lost especially children.

Ah yes by drawing it so I imagined a little story in this form and I admit that I prefer it so that initially so I confess hesitated to leave it as is.

The drawing time took a total of 3 hours. One hour on traditional and two hours on digital. I took a lot of fun to draw it and I can not wait to show you the other drawings ~ I confess to be curious about what you think amors do not hesitate to tell me.

#drawing #oc drawing #supernatural #jack o lantern #fire #Amy #blue #digitalart

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Being in a Polyamorous relationship with the Hamilsquad...

(So sorry I got carried away!!)

Your boys would be the sweetest in the world

Lafayette giving you adorable little pet names in French

“Mon petit ange doux, you look divine in that dress.”

Always buying a turtle plush for John everytime you take a trip to the store with one of the boys.

Here's how your multiple turtle purchases would go down...

Hercules stopped the grocery cart and reached out to catch your arm just as your hands wrapped around the small fluffy green animal with large sparkly blue eyes. He sighed as your large orbs met his, “Y/n, my sweet, I think John has got enough turtles by now don’t you-” The tall man was cut short as his other love stepped out from behind him, setting a box of uncooked noodles in the cart, then took the stuffed animal from your hands and set it in the overflowing cart. “Shush Hercules, let her get him the turtle. John loves them!” Alexander insisted. Hercules rolled his eyes and threw his hands up deciding the fight wasn’t worth. Y/n and Alex both erupted with happiness when seeing John’s reaction to the new additions to his collection that they gifted him with. Of course it warmed Hercules’ insides seeing his boyfriend so excited so he obliged and shook his head. “Fine, fine, but you two are going to explain this to Laf when he sees John’s getting yet another one.”

Hercules making you an endless supply of dresses

Cuddle sessions

You’d probably have a chores chart

John would be the biggest sweetheart out of the four

They’d be obsessed with making sure you’re always comfortable and know how much you’re loved

Random surprises at work

It would most likely be extremely awkward at the start, none of you sure what to do and how to go about a relationship involving five people but after a while things would smooth out

Movie nights galore!!

Giving the boys massages after long hard days

Alex ranting to you about his hatred for Jefferson

“He’s just a pathetic, spineless, pain in my ass! What the hell is his problem anyways, huh? I mean my god why doesn’t he just take the damn stick out of his mother fu-” “Alexander!”

Doodling with John in your free time

Braiding the boy’s hair

“My love, are those flowers that you’re-” “Shush. You like it Alex, stop pretending you don’t.”

Bringing Hercules lunch and modeling his work for him

Thousands of group selfies

You all would move into a spacious apartment in New York with a large master bedroom that you all shared

The boys being extremely overprotective of you and each other

“That guy won’t stop drooling over Y/n.” “Oh tell me about it, this girl over here won’t stop making googly eyes at Laf.”

They’d love to baby you despite your protests

After a long day at work Hercules would draw you a bath as Lafayette carried you in and helped wash you

Lafayette tying your hair up in a bun whenever the chance is presented

Shoulder kisses

The boys would love placing small pecks all over your face as a sign of greeting

You all had enough trust in each other so jealousy wasn’t a very common thing

But there’d be a time when out with the boys you would run into Thomas Jefferson and Alex would go into full jealousy mode

He’d insist Jefferson was flirting with you and would have his hand wrapped securely around your waist with John holding your hand and Hercules glaring daggers at the man as he chatted away with Laf

But even Laf would get uncomfortable with the way his dear friend was staring you up and down

“Ah and this must be the lovely Y/n. I’ve heard so much about you. My, my you are more beautiful than the bright stars in the Virginia sky, my darlin’. Hope these men are treating you right, Hamilton especially. If you want to see what it’s like to be with a real man, one who can give you the attention you deserve-”

This would be Alex’s snapping point

Laf and Herc would have to hold him back from tearing apart the smug Jefferson as John would hold you close, blocking you from the sight

The rest of the night was spent snuggling together in bed under a mountain of blankets spent reassuring the boys just how much you love them

Morning showers together

The boys would try to do your makeup one night and surprisingly impress you with their skills

After noticing Lafayette’s constant distress and homesickness after a week or so Hercules, John, Alex, and yourself would get off early from work for the night and get to work make Lafayette a feast of authentic French themed foods

Laf being extremely overwhelmed at the action and going into an appreciative French spree of words- or rather so gibberish to three of you.

“Mes amours vous fondent mon coeur avec vos douces actions. Comment ai-je réussi à avoir la chance d'avoir quatre beaux anges qui m'aiment autant que je les fais? Je ne méritais pas de toi, mes amours.”

Hercules, John, and you turning to Alexander for translation

“He uh, he said he appreciates the action a lot and loves all of us more than anything.”

He’d then pull all of you in for a large group hug, which would happen often

Grocery shopping would take like five times longer for the fact that you live in a house with four other guys

John and Hercules always tagging along when you run errands

Alex writing heartwarming poems about you nonstop. He likes to sneak them into your work folders or your purse for moments when you need to hear it the most.

Hercules making all five of you matching Christmas sweaters in which you pose in for your family Christmas cards that make it out to all of your friends and family.

Girl gossip with the Schuyler sisters

I feel like Hercules would have a good list of jokes he’d say and mostly at inappropriate times

Like when it was Alex’s night to make dinner and he accidently overcooked the pork chops, Hercules would come into the kitchen taking in the dry black meat then look at Alex with a dead serious expression

“Hey babe, what do you call a pig that knows karate?” “Herc now is not the time-” “A pork chop.”

John always making silly faces at you from across the room when you’re stressed out

Laf being obsessed with taking candid photos of the boys and you,making a whole album full of them

“Laf why are you taking pictures of us? We’re just making lunch.” You mumbled half mindedly. The water on the stove was boiling heavily and John wrapped his arms around you from behind setting a handful of asparagus in the pot. He chuckled and placed a chaste kiss to the side of your cheek. Yet again another distinct shutter filled the air as Lafayette smiled to himself. “I bet it’s because we look absolutely adorable.” John whispered into your ear. You laughed as the vibration tickled your skin. Laf nodded and pointed towards the two of you, “Right you are, John.”

Making breakfast with Laf to bring to a sleeping Alex who passed out at his desk on top of piles of papers.

Having Christmas movie marathons laying in Hercules’ arms while Laf holds Alex and John cuddles up to your side

Becoming amazingly close friends with the Schuyler sister who love to hear about your relationship with the boys

But let's be real, the sex would be outstanding

Like John would be sweet, gentle, and hesitant but in all the right ways

Alex would love to go down on you and the rest of the boys gaining pleasure out of satisfying his partners. He's also pretty cocky, no pun intended, in bed but in all the right ways.

Lafayette exceeded in the department of dirty talk, whispering dirty French words in the shell of your ear and loud for the rest to hear which would turn Alex on above anything else seeing as he was the only who understood the words

Hercules was obsessed with undressing you and the boys loving to unravel you all before himself. He's to most skilled out of all of you and it definitely comes in handy while in bed.

But afterwards they would always make sure you felt okay and cleaned you up

Fights would be to an extreme limit but when they did occur everyone acted fast

Alex was usually involved in the arguments while John would stand to the side, holding you close if you were near shielding you from the disaster.

Lafayette could be explosive if involved so Hercules acted as the peacemaker

In most cases all boys wanted the mess to end the second it would start but being hot tempered, sometimes it didn’t matter if the issue was large enough

Alex would apologized no longer than five minutes after the start almost in tears feeling horrible for his actions

He would rush over to John and you pulling both of you in close as the other two would join in

You would all then spend the night over a tub of ice cream peacefully sorting out the issue at hand.

So many kisses

Exploring the city together

Out of all the boys, Alex is the most difficult to convince of things

It’s a chore alone just to get that boy to bed

And when clothes shopping, you always make sure to go with Laf or John

Alex is the smartest with the shopping and usually knows what you actually need and don’t need

Hercules insists he can make you whatever article of clothing you want

But John simply cannot resist saying no to you and Laf just wants to see you smile so he had no problem throwing whatever amount of money down to cover the cost. (In no means is this used in the gold digger content.)

It makes John and Laf so happy when they say yes to you and you erupt in a fit of happy giggles and ‘thanks yous’

Every once in awhile all of you would take a trip. It always varied depending on whose choice it was. Lafayette loved taking you all to his home in France, Alex was a fan of adventurous tropical vacations (sometimes cruises but it took a lot of convincing) and heading to Spain for a change of culture, John liked camping trips or mountain explorations, Hercules was a fan of road trips and calm vacations on the shores of beaches in Hawaii, and you managed to talk to boys into backpacking in Europe which although stressful during the process, was a successful vacation and you enjoyed weekends up north far from the social world.

Lafayette would come home from work and surprise you with various coloring books or Paris, India, New York, etc. from the local Barnes and Noble. This being said you would steal many or John’s coloring utensils to fill in the books.

The boys all had different drunk types

Alex was whiny. SOOOOO freaking whiny when drunk.

“Y/n… can you please cuddle me?” “Jack gimme kisses.” “Hercules can you make me pizza?” “Laf, babe, are you ignoring me? No baby, lay with me!” “Alex sweetheart, I’m doing laundry what do you want?”

John was the cuddly drunk who always wanted kisses and hugs. He’d latched himself onto whichever partner was closest and would die before letting go. If someone would say no to John- they’d pay the price. In an instant he’d erupt in a fury of tears and totally let go of himself. Herc, being the usual sober one, was there right away comforting the sensitive boy.

Laf was a happy drunk. There was always a award winning smile on his face when a drink was in his hand. He’d tell jokes in different accent and whisper incoherent French words in your ear. He liked to get touch with all his partners and always had a hand on at least one of you while intoxicated. Lafayette was known to laugh at least once every two minutes, sometimes at nothing at all while drunk. He found the world to be one huge joke and had the time of his life.

Hercules let loose entirely. He was more of a partier when drunk and liked to brag, a lot. It wasn’t always about entirely PG-13 things either if you know what I mean. He also enjoyed showing Laf, Alex, John, and yourself off as well. Not in a disrespectful manner, just talked about how much he loved all of you. His lips were constantly pressed against your temple as well as the other boys. He’d holler and shout at a ball game on the screen that while sober he wouldn’t even give a second glance to.

Speaking of sports, almost everyone in the house was into something different but when March came around, the house was madness… pun intended.

The boys as well as yourself would all make brackets. Money was involved, no doubt. Smack talk was also a component even though none of you cared for the sport too much until March.

Alex would watch every game leading up to the event feverishly mapping out his plan. In the end, he would take into account more of the end scores than the effort and passion of each team. His end game was between Gonzaga and North Carolina.

John would argue against Alex and root for all the underdogs. Things wouldn’t turn out well for him but he had fun! John liked cheering for all teams and tened to root for the team with the most passion and enthusiasm. He was one for effort and hustle so when all his first round picks lost, he didn’t mind.

There was no doubt about it, Lafayette cheered for the team ahead. He was a typical bandwagon and switch sides faster than any traitor in history. Laf claimed he didn’t do so but it was clear. Sometimes he would cheer for the team with the name he recognized but he did enjoy watching basketball and seeing the games. Not knowing whether to pick North or South Carolina, Lafayette cheated the system deciding to write ‘Carolina’ as the end winner, claiming he did it on accident but everyone knew what he was up to.

Hercules cheered for the team with the best colors. He wasn’t as into basketball as most and prefered to watch his loves get excited themselves. Although he did pick Gonzaga, due to Alex spending an entire week talking him into it. Hercules didn’t mind though, he had no idea what was going on anyways. At the start he had put in the Lakers and Bulls, not realizing the huge difference between college and professional.

You on the other hand had watched the teams throughout their whole season which also meant you understood every game was different so you took an approach similar to John. In the end, Alex was the closest to perfection and made sure to let you all know it. But he choose to spend the money won on a night out on the town filed with kisses, champagne, expensive food, and loving memories.

You and Alex would be overly involved in reality TV

Like don’t even get him started on all those Real Housewives shows. Alex lives for the, most likely scripted, drama. You both try to get the other boys in on it although the only one who bites the bait is Hercules. Her claims he ‘hates’ the shows but you had caught him one Sunday night after everyone had long passed taken on sleep. You had felt his side of the bed shift and soon enough he was creeping out of the room. You followed him in curiosity and the sight you found was no one to disappoint.

Hercules has an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians playing at the lowest volume and he was fully consumed.

You tiptoed silently down the wooden staircase holding a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing shallow. The light from the TV screen flashed in the dim lit room. You peeked out around the corner of the wall taking in the sight before you. Hopping out from behind the wall you shot your hand out at your boyfriend and hollered in delight, “Ha! I knew it, you do love it!” Hercules jumped a mile high, his bowl of popcorn spilling out as he did so. His eyes flickered from the screen, to you, to the screen, then back to you again. Shooting his hands up surrender, Herc quickly snatched the remote from the cushion turning the show off instantly. “Sweetheart, it’s not what it looks like. I just- I wanted to see… fine you caught me. Don’t you dare tell Alex.” “Nope, too late.” A new voice appeared from the bottom of the stairs where a smug looking Alex stood. His hands were folded across his chest with his weight staggered to one hip. The cocky demeanor was shinning as bright as a new lightbulb. The introduction of another voice, or two, followed shortly after. “Damn Hercules, they got you too.” John commented sleepily. His messy locks curled around his face perfectly as his eyes batted heavily. You and Alex chuckled joining Hercules on the couch. Both of you were waiting for Monday to watch it together but what better time than the present. Alex snuggled into Hercule’s side humming at the man's hand falling around his frame. You reached forward locking your hand with Alexander’s and rested your head on his shoulder. Laf smiled at the view and walked around the opposite end taking a seat on the floor. He turned around and faced Hercules with a side smirk, “C’mon babe I thought you were strong!” “Sorry you two! It’s just so terrible it’s addicting. Sit and watch it, just one and you’ll see what I mean.”

But above everything you all loved each other more than anything and did everything in your power to protect each other and make one another feel loved and cared for.

Hope you liked it!

- Daizy xx

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For the question thingy. Odd numbers from 1 to 49 :)

Oh dear!

1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?

Ouvertes à la maison (parce que trop fatiguée pour les fermer), fermées à la fac (parce que petite chambre)

3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?

Tucked out

5: Do you like to use post-it notes?

J’en utilise dans mes 2 premiers jours de révision, des post-its partout, je surligne, je mets des couleurs, c’est beau, c’est magnifique, puis après j’abandonne, les post-its trainent partout finissent sous mes chaussures. Mais je les adore les 2 premiers jours.

7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?

Ours, parce que c’est très moche les piqures d’abeille. Tuez moi, ne me faites pas gonfler.

9: Do you always smile for pictures?

J’essaie.

11: Do you ever count your steps when you walk?

Oui...

15: Do you chew your pens and pencils?

Oui (surtout ceux que j’utilise pour mélanger ma soupe barjefkzngrqfn cancel me)

17: What size is your bed?

Une taille pourrie, “small large”, impossible de trouver des draps qui tiennent bien.

19: Is it okay for guys to wear pink?

Bah oui.

21: Whats your least favorite movie?

J’ai détesté la Ligne Rouge.

23: What do you drink with dinner?

De l’eau

25: What is your favorite food?

Pancakes à la banane et courgettes à la sauce tomate (pas ensemble hein)

29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?

Hum non merci.

31: Can you change the oil on a car?

jeifozghrb non

33: Ever ran out of gas?

je n’ai jamais conduit une voiture donc non. Mais oui en tant que passagère.

35: Best thing to eat for breakfast?

Pain complet, avocat, tomate, oeuf poché.

37: Are you lazy?

Ouiiiii!

39: What is your Chinese astrological sign?

Le lapin je crois.

41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions?

Nein

43: Are you stubborn?

Ouiiiii

45: Ever watch soap operas?

Je regarde Amour, Gloire et Beauté avec ma grand-mère, des soap britanniques avec mes colocataires et j’ai tenté les telenovelas.

47: Do you sing in the car?

49: Do you dance in the car?

Ouiiiii je fais concert, dance, en 5 langues, je suis toujours en feu, je peux faire la traversée de la France sans me taire.

#thank you angel!#Anonymous

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Josephine Baker

Josephine Baker (born Freda Josephine McDonald; 3 June 1906 – 12 April 1975) was a French vedette, singer and entertainer, whose career was centered primarily in Europe, mostly in her adoptive country of France. During her early career she was renowned as a dancer, and was among the most celebrated performers to headline the lavish revues of the Folies Bergère in Paris. Her performance in the revue Un Vent de Folie in 1927 caused a sensation in Paris; her costume, consisting of only a girdle of bananas, became her most iconic image and a symbol of the jazz age and the 1920s. She was celebrated by artists and intellectuals of the era, who variously dubbed her the "Black Pearl", the "Bronze Venus", and the "Creole Goddess". Born in St. Louis, Missouri, she renounced her U.S. citizenship and became a French national after her marriage to French industrialist Jean Lion in 1937.

Baker was the first person of African descent to become a world-famous entertainer and to star in a major motion picture, the 1934 Marc Allégret film Zouzou. Baker refused to perform for segregated audiences in the United States and is noted for her contributions to the Civil Rights Movement. In 1968 she was offered unofficial leadership in the movement in the United States by Coretta Scott King, following Martin Luther King Jr.'s assassination. After thinking it over, Baker declined the offer out of concern for the welfare of her children.

She was also known for aiding the French Resistance during World War II. After the war, she was awarded the Croix de guerre by the French military, and was named a Chevalier of the Légion d'honneur by General Charles de Gaulle.

Early life

Josephine Baker was born as Freda Josephine McDonald in St. Louis, Missouri. Her mother, Carrie, was adopted in Little Rock, Arkansas in 1886 by Richard and Elvira McDonald, both of whom were former slaves of African and Native American descent. Josephine Baker's estate identifies vaudeville drummer Eddie Carson as her natural father despite evidence to the contrary. Baker's foster son Jean-Claude Baker wrote a biography on her that was published in 1993 titled Josephine: The Hungry Heart. Jean-Claude Baker did an exhaustive amount of research into the life of Josephine Baker, including the identity of her biological father. In the book, he discusses at length the circumstances surrounding Josephine Baker's birth:

Carrie McDonald and Eddie Carson had a song-and-dance act, playing wherever they could get work. When Josephine was about a year old they began to carry her onstage occasionally during their finale. She was further exposed to show business at an early age because her childhood neighborhood was home to many vaudeville theaters that doubled as movie houses. These venues included the Jazzland, Booker T. Washington, and Comet Theatres.

Josephine lived her early life at 212 Targee Street (known by some St. Louis residents as Johnson Street) in the Mill Creek Valley neighborhood of St. Louis, a racially mixed low-income neighborhood near Union Station, consisting mainly of rooming houses, brothels and apartments with no indoor plumbing. Josephine was always poorly dressed and hungry as a child, and developed street smarts playing in the railroad yards of Union Station. She had little formal education, and attended Lincoln Elementary School only through the fifth grade.

Josephine's mother married a kind but perpetually unemployed man, Arthur Martin, with whom she had a son and two more daughters. She took in laundry to wash to make ends meet, and at eight years old, Josephine began working as a live-in domestic for white families in St. Louis. One woman abused her, burning Josephine's hands when the young girl put too much soap in the laundry.

At 13, Josephine also worked as a waitress at the Old Chauffeur's Club at 3133 Pine Street. She also lived as a street child in the slums of St. Louis, sleeping in cardboard shelters, scavenging for food in garbage cans, making a living with street-corner dancing. It was at the Old Chauffeur's Club where Josephine met Willie Wells and married him the same year. However, the marriage lasted less than a year and she left Wells to join a black vaudeville group.

In Baker's teen years she struggled to have a healthy relationship with her mother, Carrie McDonald, who did not want Josephine to become an entertainer, and scolded her for not tending to Baker's second husband, Willie Baker, whom she had married in 1921 at age 15. Although she left Willie Baker when her vaudeville troupe was booked into a New York City venue and divorced him in 1925, it was during this time she began to see significant career success, and she continued to use his last name professionally for the rest of her life.

Although Baker returned after traveling with gifts and money for her mother and younger half-sister, the turmoil of the relationship with her mother pushed her to make a trip to France.

Career

Early years

Baker's street-corner dancing attracted attention, leading to her being recruited for the St. Louis Chorus vaudeville show at the age of 15. She headed to New York City during the Harlem Renaissance, performing at the Plantation Club and in the chorus of the groundbreaking and hugely successful Broadway revues Shuffle Along (1921) with Adelaide Hall and The Chocolate Dandies (1924). She performed as the last dancer in a chorus line.

Traditionally the dancer in this position performed in a comic manner, as if she were unable to remember the dance, until the encore, at which point she would perform it not only correctly but with additional complexity. Baker was billed at the time as "the highest-paid chorus girl in vaudeville".

Baker’s career began with her doing blackface comedy at local clubs; this was the "entertainment" that her mother did not approve of. Blackface performances landed Baker an opportunity to tour in Paris, which would become the place she called home until her final days.

Paris and rise to fame

Baker sailed to Paris, for a new venture, and opened in La Revue Nègre on 2 October 1925, aged 19, at the Théâtre des Champs-Élysées. In Paris, she became an instant success for her erotic dancing, and for appearing practically nude onstage. After a successful tour of Europe, she broke her contract and returned to France to star at the Folies Bergère, setting the standard for her future acts.

Baker performed the "Danse sauvage" wearing a costume consisting of a skirt made of a string of artificial bananas. Her success coincided (1925) with the Exposition des Arts Décoratifs, which gave birth to the term "Art Deco", and also with a renewal of interest in non-Western forms of art, including African. Baker represented one aspect of this fashion. In later shows in Paris, she was often accompanied on stage by her pet cheetah, "Chiquita", who was adorned with a diamond collar. The cheetah frequently escaped into the orchestra pit, where it terrorized the musicians, adding another element of excitement to the show.

After a short while, Baker was the most successful American entertainer working in France. Ernest Hemingway called her "the most sensational woman anyone ever saw."

Baker also starred in three films which found success only in Europe: the silent film Siren of the Tropics (1927), Zouzou (1934) and Princesse Tam Tam (1935). She starred in Fausse Alerte in 1940.

At this time she scored her most successful song, "J'ai deux amours" (1931). At the start of her career in France, Baker met a Sicilian former stonemason who passed himself off as a count, who persuaded her to let him manage her. Giuseppe Pepito Abatino was not only Baker’s management, but her lover as well. The two could not marry due to Baker still being married to her second husband, Willie Baker.

Under the management of Abatino, Baker's stage and public persona, as well as her singing voice, were transformed. In 1934, she took the lead in a revival of Jacques Offenbach's opera La créole, which premiered in December of that year for a six-month run at the Théâtre Marigny on the Champs-Élysées of Paris. In preparation for her performances, she went through months of training with a vocal coach. In the words of Shirley Bassey, who has cited Baker as her primary influence, "... she went from a 'petite danseuse sauvage' with a decent voice to 'la grande diva magnifique'... I swear in all my life I have never seen, and probably never shall see again, such a spectacular singer and performer."

Despite her popularity in France, Baker never attained the equivalent reputation in America. Her star turn in a 1936 revival of Ziegfeld Follies on Broadway generated less than impressive box office numbers, and later in the run, she was replaced by Gypsy Rose Lee. Time magazine referred to her as a "Negro wench...whose dancing and singing might be topped anywhere outside of Paris", while other critics said her voice was "too thin" and "dwarf-like" to fill the Winter Garden Theatre. She returned to Europe heartbroken. This contributed to Baker's becoming a legal citizen of France and giving up her American citizenship.

Baker returned to Paris in 1937, married the French industrialist Jean Lion, and became a French citizen. They were married in the French town of Crèvecœur-le-Grand, in a wedding presided over by the mayor, Jammy Schmidt.

Work during World War II

In September 1939, when France declared war on Germany in response to the invasion of Poland, Baker was recruited by Deuxième Bureau, French military intelligence, as an "honorable correspondent". Baker collected what information she could about German troop locations from officials she met at parties. She specialized in gatherings at embassies and ministries, charming people as she had always done, while gathering information. Her café-society fame enabled her to rub shoulders with those in the know, from high-ranking Japanese officials to Italian bureaucrats, and to report back what she heard. She attended parties at the Italian embassy without raising suspicions and gathered information.

When the Germans invaded France, Baker left Paris and went to the Château des Milandes, her home in the south of France. She housed friends who were eager to help the Free French effort led by Charles de Gaulle and supplied them with visas. As an entertainer, Baker had an excuse for moving around Europe, visiting neutral nations such as Portugal, as well as some in South America. She carried information for transmission to England, about airfields, harbors, and German troop concentrations in the West of France. Notes were written in invisible ink on Baker's sheet music.

Later in 1941, she and her entourage went to the French colonies in North Africa. The stated reason was Baker's health (since she was recovering from another case of pneumonia) but the real reason was to continue helping the Resistance. From a base in Morocco, she made tours of Spain. She pinned notes with the information she gathered inside her underwear (counting on her celebrity to avoid a strip search). She befriended the Pasha of Marrakech, whose support helped her through a miscarriage (the last of several). After the miscarriage, she developed an infection so severe it required a hysterectomy. The infection spread and she developed peritonitis and then septicemia. After her recovery (which she continued to fall in and out of), she started touring to entertain British, French, and American soldiers in North Africa. The Free French had no organized entertainment network for their troops, so Baker and her friends managed for the most part on their own. They allowed no civilians and charged no admission.

In Cairo, Egypt's King Farouk asked her to sing; she refused because Egypt had not recognized Free France and remained neutral. However, she offered to sing in Cairo at a celebration of honor for the ties between Free France and Egypt, and asked Farouk to preside, a subtle indication of which side his officially neutral country leaned toward.

After the war, Baker received the Croix de guerre and the Rosette de la Résistance. She was made a Chevalier of the Légion d'honneur by General Charles de Gaulle.

Baker's last marriage, to French composer and conductor Jo Bouillon, ended around the time Baker opted to adopt her 11th child. After the separation, Baker's chateau in France was foreclosed and she had to be physically removed from the property.

Later career

In 1949, a reinvented Baker returned in triumph to the Folies Bergere. Bolstered by recognition of her wartime heroics, Baker the performer assumed a new gravitas, unafraid to take on serious music or subject matter. The engagement was a rousing success, and reestablished Baker as one of Paris' preeminent entertainers. In 1951 Baker was invited back to the United States for a nightclub engagement in Miami. After winning a public battle over desegregating the club's audience, Baker followed up her sold-out run at the club with a national tour. Rave reviews and enthusiastic audiences accompanied her everywhere, climaxed by a parade in front of 100,000 people in Harlem in honor of her new title: NAACP's "Woman of the Year". Her future looked bright, with six months of bookings and promises of many more to come.

An incident at the Stork Club interrupted and overturned her plans. Baker criticized the club's unwritten policy of discouraging black patrons, then scolded columnist Walter Winchell, an old ally, for not rising to her defense. Winchell responded swiftly with a series of harsh public rebukes, including accusations of Communist sympathies (a serious charge at the time). The ensuing publicity resulted in the termination of Baker's work visa, forcing her to cancel all her engagements and return to France. It was almost a decade before U.S. officials allowed her back into the country.

In January 1966, Fidel Castro invited Baker to perform at the Teatro Musical de La Habana in Havana, Cuba, at the 7th anniversary celebrations of his revolution. Her spectacular show in April broke attendance records. In 1968, Baker visited Yugoslavia and made appearances in Belgrade and in Skopje. In her later career, Baker faced financial troubles. She commented, "Nobody wants me, they've forgotten me"; but family members encouraged her to continue performing. In 1973 she performed at Carnegie Hall to a standing ovation. The following year, she appeared in a Royal Variety Performance at the London Palladium, and then at the Monacan Red Cross Gala, celebrating her 50 years in French show business. Advancing years and exhaustion began to take their toll; she sometimes had trouble remembering lyrics, and her speeches between songs tended to ramble. She still continued to captivate audiences of all ages.

Civil rights activism

Although based in France, Baker supported the Civil Rights Movement during the 1950s. When she arrived in New York with her husband Jo, they were refused reservations at 36 hotels because of racial discrimination. She was so upset by this treatment that she wrote articles about the segregation in the United States. She also began traveling into the South. She gave a talk at Fisk University, a historically black college in Nashville, Tennessee, on "France, North Africa And The Equality Of The Races In France".

She refused to perform for segregated audiences in the United States, although she was offered $10,000 by a Miami club. (The club eventually met her demands). Her insistence on mixed audiences helped to integrate live entertainment shows in Las Vegas, Nevada. After this incident, she began receiving threatening phone calls from people claiming to be from the Ku Klux Klan but said publicly that she was not afraid of them.

In 1951, Baker made charges of racism against Sherman Billingsley's Stork Club in Manhattan, where she alleged she had been refused service. Actress Grace Kelly, who was at the club at the time, rushed over to Baker, took her by the arm and stormed out with her entire party, vowing never to return (although she returned on 3 January 1956 with Prince Rainier of Monaco). The two women became close friends after the incident.

When Baker was near bankruptcy, Kelly offered her a villa and financial assistance (Kelly by then was princess consort of Rainier III of Monaco). (However, during his work on the Stork Club book, author and New York Times reporter Ralph Blumenthal was contacted by Jean-Claude Baker, one of Baker's sons. Having read a Blumenthal-written story about Leonard Bernstein's FBI file, he indicated that he had read his mother's FBI file and, using comparison of the file to the tapes, said he thought the Stork Club incident was overblown.)

Baker worked with the NAACP. Her reputation as a crusader grew to such an extent that the NAACP had Sunday, May 20, 1951 declared "Josephine Baker Day". She was presented with life membership with the NAACP by Nobel Peace Prize winner Dr. Ralph Bunche. The honor she was paid spurred her to further her crusading efforts with the "Save Willie McGee" rally after he was convicted of the 1948 beating death of a furniture shop owner in Trenton, New Jersey. As Baker became increasingly regarded as controversial, many blacks began to shun her, fearing that her reputation would hurt their cause.

In 1963, she spoke at the March on Washington at the side of Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. Baker was the only official female speaker. While wearing her Free French uniform emblazoned with her medal of the Légion d'honneur, she introduced the "Negro Women for Civil Rights." Rosa Parks and Daisy Bates were among those she acknowledged, and both gave brief speeches.

After King's assassination, his widow Coretta Scott King approached Baker in the Netherlands to ask if she would take her husband's place as leader of the Civil Rights Movement. After many days of thinking it over, Baker declined, saying her children were "too young to lose their mother".

Personal life

Relationships

Baker was married four times. Her adopted son Jean-Claude Baker described his mother as bisexual, having had relationships with men and women, including the Mexican artist Frida Kahlo. Her first marriage was to American Pullman porter Willie Wells when she was 13 years old. The marriage was reportedly very unhappy and the couple divorced a short time later. Another short-lived marriage followed to Willie Baker in 1921; she retained Baker's last name because her career began taking off during that time, and it was the name by which she became best known. In 1925 she began an extramarital relationship with the Belgian novelist Georges Simenon.

In 1937, Baker married Frenchman Jean Lion. She became a French citizen and became a permanent expatriate. She and Lion separated in 1940. Lion died in 1957 of Spanish influenza. She married French composer and conductor Jo Bouillon in 1947, but their union also ended in divorce. She was later involved for a time with the artist Robert Brady, but they never married.

Children

During Baker's work with the Civil Rights Movement, she began adopting children, forming a family she often referred to as "The Rainbow Tribe". Baker wanted to prove that "children of different ethnicities and religions could still be brothers." She often took the children with her cross-country, and when they were at Château des Milandes, she arranged tours so visitors could walk the grounds and see how natural and happy the children in "The Rainbow Tribe" were. Baker raised two daughters, French-born Marianne and Moroccan-born Stellina, and 10 sons, Korean-born Jeannot (or Janot), Japanese-born Akio, Colombian-born Luis, Finnish-born Jari (now Jarry), French-born Jean-Claude and Noël, Israeli-born Moïse, Algerian-born Brahim, Ivorian-born Koffi, and Venezuelan-born Mara. For some time, Baker lived with her children and an enormous staff in the château in Dordogne, France, with her fourth husband, Jo Bouillon.

Later years and death

In her later years, Baker converted to Roman Catholicism. In 1968, Baker lost her castle due to unpaid debts; afterwards Princess Grace offered her an apartment in Roquebrune, near Monaco.

Baker was back on stage at the Olympia in Paris in 1968, in Belgrade in 1973, at Carnegie Hall in 1973, at the Royal Variety Performance at the London Palladium in 1974, and at the Gala du Cirque in Paris in 1974. On 8 April 1975, Baker starred in a retrospective revue at the Bobino in Paris, Joséphine à Bobino 1975, celebrating her 50 years in show business. The revue, financed notably by Prince Rainier, Princess Grace, and Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, opened to rave reviews. Demand for seating was such that fold-out chairs had to be added to accommodate spectators. The opening night audience included Sophia Loren, Mick Jagger, Shirley Bassey, Diana Ross, and Liza Minnelli.

Four days later, Baker was found lying peacefully in her bed surrounded by newspapers with glowing reviews of her performance. She was in a coma after suffering a cerebral hemorrhage. She was taken to Pitié-Salpêtrière Hospital, where she died, aged 68, on 12 April 1975.

She received a full Roman Catholic funeral that was held at L'Église de la Madeleine. The only American-born woman to receive full French military honors at her funeral, Baker's funeral was the occasion of a huge procession. After a family service at Saint-Charles Church in Monte Carlo, Baker was interred at Monaco's Cimetière de Monaco.

Legacy

Place Joséphine Baker in the Montparnasse Quarter of Paris was named in her honor. She has also been inducted into the St. Louis Walk of Fame, and on 29 March 1995, into the Hall of Famous Missourians. In 2015 she was inducted into the Legacy Walk. The Piscine Joséphine Baker is a swimming pool along the banks of the Seine in Paris named for her.

Writing in the on-line BBC magazine in late 2014, Darren Royston, historical dance teacher at RADA credited Baker with being the Beyoncé of her day, and bringing the Charleston to Britain.

Two of Baker's sons, Jean-Claude and Jarry (Jari), grew up to go into business together, running the restaurant Chez Josephine on Theatre Row, 42nd Street, New York City. It celebrates Baker's life and works. Château des Milandes, a castle near Sarlat in the Dordogne, was Baker's home where she raised her twelve children. It is open to the public and displays her stage outfits including her banana skirt (of which there are apparently several). It also displays many family photographs and documents as well as her Legion of Honour medal. Most rooms are open for the public to walk through including bedrooms with the cots where her children slept, a huge kitchen, and a dining room where she often entertained large groups. The bathrooms were designed in art deco style but most rooms retained the French chateau style. Baker continued to influence celebrities more than a century after her birth. In a 2003 interview with USA Today, Angelina Jolie cited Baker as "a model for the multiracial, mulitnational family she was beginning to create through adoption". Beyoncé performed Baker's banana dance at the Fashion Rocks concert at Radio City Music Hall in September 2006.

Writing on the 110 anniversary of her birth, Vogue described how her 1926 "danse sauvage" in her famous banana skirt "brilliantly manipulated the white male imagination" and "radically redefined notions of race and gender through style and performance in a way that continues to echo throughout fashion and music today, from Prada to Beyoncé."

Portrayals

Baker appears in her role as a member of the French Resistance in Johannes Mario Simmel's 1960 novel, Es Muss Nicht Immer Kaviar Sein (C'est pas toujours du caviar).

A character loosely based on Baker is featured in an episode of Hogan's Heroes titled "Is General Hammerschlag Burning?", which originally aired on 18 November 1967. The character, Kumasa (played by Barbara McNair), is a chanteuse based in Paris. She later reveals herself to be Carol Dukes, a high-school classmate of Sergeant James Kinchloe (Ivan Dixon), on whom she had a secret crush.

The italo-belge francophone singer composer Salvatore Adamo pays tribute to Baker with the song "Noël Sur Les Milandes" (album Petit Bonheur – EMI 1970).

Diana Ross portrayed Baker in both her Tony Award-winning Broadway and television show An Evening with Diana Ross. When the show was made into an NBC television special entitled The Big Event: An Evening with Diana Ross, Ross again portrayed Baker.

A German submariner mimics Baker's Danse banane in the 1981 film Das Boot.

In 1986, Helen Gelzer portrayed Baker on the London stage for a limited run in the musical Josephine - "a musical version of the life and times of Josephine Baker" with book, lyrics and music by Michael Wild. The show was produced by Baker’s longtime friend Jack Hocket in conjunction with Premier Box-Office and the musical director was Paul Maguire. Gelzer also recorded a studio cast album titled Josephine.

In 1991, Baker's life story, The Josephine Baker Story, was broadcast on HBO. Lynn Whitfield portrayed Baker, and won an Emmy Award for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Miniseries or a Special—becoming the first Black actress to win the award in this category.

Artist Hassan Musa depicted Baker in a 1994 series of paintings called Who needs Bananas?

In the 1997 animated film Anastasia, Baker appears with her cheetah during the musical number "Paris Holds the Key (to Your Heart)".

In 2002, played by Karine Plantadit in Frida.

A character based on Baker (topless, wearing the famous "banana skirt") appears in the opening sequence of the 2003 animated film Les Triplettes de Belleville.

The 2004 erotic novel Scandalous by British author Angela Campion uses Baker as its heroine and is inspired by Baker's sexual exploits and later adventures in the French Resistance. In the novel, Baker, working with a fictional black Canadian lover named Drummer Thompson, foils a plot by French fascists in 1936 Paris.

Her influence upon and assistance with the careers of husband and wife dancers Carmen De Lavallade and Geoffrey Holder are discussed and illustrated in rare footage in the 2005 Linda Atkinson/Nick Doob documentary, Carmen and Geoffrey.

Beyoncé has portrayed Baker on various occasions. During the 2006 Fashion Rocks show, Knowles performed "Dejá Vu" in a revised version of the Danse banane costume. In Knowles's video for "Naughty Girl", she is seen dancing in a huge champagne glass à La Baker. In I Am... Yours: An Intimate Performance at Wynn Las Vegas, Beyonce lists Baker as an influence of a section of her live show.

In 2006, Jérôme Savary produced a musical, A La Recherche de Josephine – New Orleans for Ever (Looking for Josephine). The story revolved around the history of jazz and Baker's career.

In 2010, Keri Hilson portrayed Baker in her single "Pretty Girl Rock".

In 2011, Sonia Rolland portrayed Baker in the film Midnight in Paris.

Baker was heavily featured in the 2012 book Josephine's Incredible Shoe & The Blackpearls by Peggi Eve Anderson-Randolph.

In July 2012, Cheryl Howard opened in The Sensational Josephine Baker, written and performed by Howard and directed by Ian Streicher at the Beckett Theatre of Theatre Row on 42nd Street in New York City, just a few doors away from Chez Josephine.

In July 2013, Cush Jumbo's debut play Josephine and I premieres at the Bush Theatre, London It was re-produced in New York City at The Public Theater's Joe's Pub from 27 February to 5 April 2015.

In February 2017, Tiffany Daniels portrayed Baker in the Timeless television episode, "The Lost Generation".

In late February 2017 a new play about Baker's later years "The Last Night of Josephine Baker" by playwright Vincent Victoria opens in Houston, Texas starring Erica Young.

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Siren of the Tropics (1927)

The Woman from the Folies Bergères (1927) short subject

Zouzou (1934)

Princesse Tam Tam (1935)

Fausse alerte (1940)

Moulin Rouge (1941)

An jedem Finger zehn (1954)

Carosello del varietà (1955)

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On the plane again! So after riding around London for the day, we hopped over to Paris right quick to see some sights. We started early that morning with a walk from the hotel to the bus stop to catch the transfer to the airport. There wasn’t much time to get super comfy on the plane since the flight was only an hour. Once we landed, we hit the ground running basically. The trip was only 24 hours so I only carried a backpack.

We had a few hours to kill before checking in to our hotel; that gave us plenty of time to walk around the city and knock a few things off the list. A few days before the trip, Robert sent me a video about how simple it is to see a few sights in a short amount of time so I knew the idea of how to spend 24 hours in Paris wouldn’t be hard to accomplish.

Hardware Société

The Continental-Honey and Cinnamon Fromage Blanc, Anzac Crumble, Roasted Rhubarb and Apple, Croissant, Petit Apple Juice

Having an early morning flight plus a train ride into the city makes anyone hungry. I’m not entirely sure how long (or how far) we walked but once we got off the train, we beelined it to food. Fortunately, Hardware Société is directly across the street from Sacre Coeur. The Australian restaurant was already packed by the time we got there so we stood outside like we were waiting to get inside the club. It took me a while to realize the menu was in French with English translations next to it(duh Alex!). It looks like a lot of food but The Continental dish didn’t leave me stuffed; I felt satisfied and nourished. I usually don’t eat a breakfast like this but when in France, do as the French do right? Hardware Société is the perfect backdrop to a Saturday or Sunday brunch with a group or a SO. It’s not a large restaurant but the rumbling from many convos going on sets a vibe.

Basilique du Sacre Coeur de Montmarte

After the nourishment, we stopped by the Basilica to see what’s up. We didn’t go inside because there was just too many people around. Literally, there were people EVERYWHERE…makes sense because the structure is the 2nd most visited monument in Paris.

Galeries Lafayette

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I had the idea in my head I was going to Paris and ball out on a designer bag because when is the next time I’d be able to do that? I dreamed of the day I bought my first Louis Vuitton or Gucci bag with no worries…then I woke up. Walking into Galeries Lafayette is overwhelming and a sensory overload. Every high-end designer you can think of has a section in the mall plus there are a few floors. Being there is an experience really…especially at their Louis Vuitton store. I’ve never been in a LV store where I stood in line for personal service with a consultant. I’m not entirely sure what I was thinking when I imagined myself actually walking out the store with a bag. Needless to say, I didn’t leave with a bag…not even a scarf.

Musee de Louvre

If you don’t do anything else in Paris, go to the Louvre museum. I’ve dreamed of going but when the video for APESHIT, I wanted to go even more. By this time we’d already checked into the hotel and rested for a bit. After a quick train ride over, we finally made it! One tip I learned from Robert’s research: go through the back entrance. It’s quicker and there’s less people. We got there around 5:30 and the museum closes at 6 so we didn’t get to see too much of the art but I made it to the gift shop and balled out a bit *prayer hands emoji*.

Eric Kayser

Robert put me on to Eric Kayser about a month before we left. Besides being a baker/restauranteur, he’s a renowned French food writer so obviously his restaurants have to be fire. He has several locations around the city but the one we went to is walking distance from the Louvre. The foods at the restaurant are baked fresh all day everyday so there isn’t ever a time they run out of your fave pastry. One item that made me chuckle a little were their mini beignets. We all know the New Orleans version but it’s interesting to see another iteration of the dessert. The Eric Kayser version is stuffed with raspberry and lightly covered with powdered sugar. Of course, we couldn’t leave Paris without having more croissants either. I’d say the difference between French croissants and the ones here is the texture; it felt more flaky and softer than the ones we eat here…they were like clouds really.

Arc de Triomphe

We were in Paris during the weekend protests of their president. My supervisor mentioned it to me before I left, telling me “if I saw people in vests, go the other way”. We saw them as we walked past the Arc but I felt like they didn’t present too much of a threat to me. The Arc de Triomphe is one of those monuments you only see in movies so it’s weird to see it in person. Considering the arch is in memory of those who fought in wars, it makes sense as a protest location. We saw at least a hundred police officers on the streets on horses and in their riot gear ready and prepared for whatever happened that night. It’s interesting to say I was around when all of it was going on.

Place Du Tocodero/Eiffel Tower

The Eiffel Tower is THE HIGHLIGHT of the entire trip. Again, it’s one of those things you see on tv or in movies but never think you’ll see it in person. It’s synonymous with anything dealing with love and it only felt right that I’d be there with the person I love very much. I think the both of us stood in shock for a minute because it’s like “Dang, we’re actually here experiencing this together.” I got so excited I sent a photo of the tower to my therapist since she’s been to Paris with her husband before(light flex). I didn’t know this but there’s a light show every hour where the lights flicker and the entire city looks like it’s lit just from the Eiffel. I want to go back during the day to get a closer view of it and go inside.