Marion Cotillard

Victor Hugo

Since I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet

Since I my pallid face between your hands have laid

Since I have known your soul, and all the bloom of it

And all the perfume rare, now buried in the shade;

Since it was given to me to hear on happy while

The words wherein your heart spoke all its mysteries

Since I have seen you weep, and since I have seen you smile

Your lips upon my lips, and your eyes upon my eyes;

Since I have known above my forehead glance and gleam

A ray, a single ray, of your star, veiled always

Since I have felt the fall, upon my life's stream

Of one rose petal plucked from the roses of your days;

I now am bold to say to the swift changing hours

Pass, pass upon your way, for I grow never old

Fleet to the dark abysm with all your fading flowers

One rose that none may pluck, within my heart I hold.

Your flying wings may smite, but they can never spill

The cup fulfilled of love, from which my lips are wet;

My heart has far more fire than you can frost to chill

My soul more love than you can make my soul forget.

Sonia Rykiel

I will be leaving for France in a week and my mind is occupied with

the romantic je ne sais quoi of its people.

I imagine Paris in the fall to be like a stage set for the actors of life who are

born with it

Ian Anderson

Front man for Jethro Tull

Gisele Bundchen

Richard Gere

Dennis Quaid

Cameron Diaz

Jake Gyllenhaal

Brigitte Bardot

Inspired by the hot August nights that are upon us

Many thanks to Geldin for the beautiful Bardot photo

Helen Mirren

Javier Bardem

Lewis Pugh

Retna & El Mac

Two collaborating graffiti artists in Los Angeles that do a lot of powerful work in my neighborhood

Sarah Silverman

John Belushi

Kim Basinger & Ron Wood

Leonard Nimoy

Jacques Muller

Scanned in from old Vanity Fair magazines

Ben Kingsley

Sade

Patti Smith

Jesus dies for somebody's sins but not mine

meltin' in a pot of thieves

wild card up my sleeve

thick heart of stone

my sins are my own

they belong to me

Vincent Gallo

The man does "Fucked Up" better than anyone

Nina Simone

The High Priestess of Soul

David Byrne

Whether music, art or writing, most of Byrne's work can be described as worthy, if not brilliant