MlleVennes

As the summer came to it's close, I knew. I had it in my calendar, a plane to take on a Monday, back to a city that echoed slightly too loudly of concrete, footsteps just a little too quick for a lot of the wrong reasons.         Some flights feel a lot like taking a step back. And since I love to dance, I know that's not necessarily a bad thing. YULanded, then took a cab home. Caught an East coast sunset. It felt a bit off, and not just cause it was three hours too early. Not just cause I felt three hours too late. I woke up in sheets that used to be mine, in a room where I still paid rent, and the things that felt right were sweet - but I had a mountain-shaped hole in my heart. 9 days later, I was back. YUL - checked my bag and I felt lifted.        Some flights just feel like coming home. I've been here for a while now and it's starting to feel more and more like I'm growing roots. It's strange how being on vacation makes the hai...

or how masturbation is an act of self love a photo essay by me (because language has limitations that sensuality ignores)

This weekend, I left everything behind.  My computer stuck in a drawer somewhere, I camped off in Port Alberni for three days. The clouds tenderly caressed the mountains, and all around, the trees and ocean whispered sweet nothings. I took time to think. Coming back on the ferry, I knew what I wanted. I had already made a phone call to a downtown massage parlor, all female run and operated according to the website. "All female run and operated as far as I know." said the girl who answered the door. Stepped in, started filling in an application form. She filled me in on a few other details, including the fact that there was a dress code. Sexy dresses, and heavy make up on the eyes or lips - but not both. Heels were to be worn at all times, even when no one else was around, she insisted, her lilac acrylic nails dancing on her clipboard. I hesitated. Looked down at my Birkenstock sandals. My carefully pedicured feet, the same feet that carried me acr...

There's a shiver at dawn, a little shimmer on the surface of reality. The world is still silent, save for a murmur of breath by your side. Warmth of the covers, your lover's leg brushing up against yours.  There's a beauty in stepping silently out of bed, putting water to boil while the sun rises - looking tenderly to a sleeping face amidst the covers. Shared mornings are an invitation to take on the world together, just for a bit. The potential alone electrifies me, exciting to the extreme. There's temptation, before taking it on, to curl up and cuddle for a while. There's a beauty in breakfast in bed, jazz lazily floating through the air and fingertips dancing... Just five more minutes

If you ever want to see me search for words and put me ill at ease, ask for my menu. An itemized list of services or acts is so far from my vision of what I chose to offer as a companion that I don't know what to answer. A menu just doesn't seem to be a good standard to set - it strikes me as impersonal, and inadequate to establish if a meeting will be pleasant and fulfilling. If anything, I'm closer to a private chef than a crowded Yelp reviewed hot spot. If I prepare the same experience day in and day out, I'll get bored of it - and it risks becoming boring. So how do you make sure you'll be meeting up with someone who has the same tastes as you? Contrary to what many think, setting up a first encounter is simple enough, actually. Not very different of getting any other kind of first contact with someone - as long as politeness and respect are present, I'm personally very open to meeting with people of various backgrounds.  My open mindedness do...

If you would have told me a few years back that I'd come to cherish habits, I would have scoffed. Even nowadays, it seems like a strange consideration, and yet, here I am. My schedule is in general erratic and unpredictable, changing with the seasons and with where my wanderlust swept me away this time. Yet, there are a few things that don't change - or simply take on different nuances. Coffee, in the morning - often a time to reflect, the first cup is always a magic moment. Contemplating the day ahead and practicing gratefulness. It's simply easier for me to be grateful with a warm beverage in my hands. When on extended stays somewhere I bring my burr grinder and french press. Weirdly enough, I heard they're not commonly used in France... Maybe one day I'll visit Europe and fact check! Yoga - Every once in a while, I take on a bloc of more regular practice. I make a commitment for a fixed number of days and stick to it. It allows me to see what it take...

. . A few words by me to accompany the images. A little reveal, if you will . . . . . . . Limits bore me, in some ways. I think of myself as a free spirit, young demoiselle sucking the sap out of life and chewing with her mouth open - in private only. In public, I'm naturally almost shy. Introvert but lover of humanity, I prefer discretion to glitz and glamour. I prefer a candle lit dinner in good company to the latest hashtag food trend. Not one to be stuck inside though, I long for the mountains, the ocean and am always ready to go on adventures. Wanderlust lives deep within my heart. I'm well-traveled and perfectly bilingual in French and English, although when I'm tired I've been said to have a faint francophone accent. I also love to wear berets so I guess there's no hiding my first language! I've had the pleasure of visiting Bali, India, Costa Rica, Australia, Iceland and a bit of the West Coast in the past ...