Existential boredome would define my summer.
Working a hotel job i dont really enjoy: a tourists factory; 100s of them from everywhere, lining up for one or 2 days all asking the same 3 questions in that order : wifi? , statue?, mont blanc? That is about all the sharing. I tried motivation to go high in the sky. my crazy night/day hours took the motivation away. I looked around the web for inspiration from friends post or something , I never found it. rock Climbing is tricky, if you dont climb you cant climb vis-versa.
Luckily there was a breath of elevated poetry and lyricism with the cosmo jazz. Thanks André Manoukian for that escape. A flying piano and voodoo singer took my soul for a ride for a minute.
A few drinks, a little climbing, walking around. that is about it.
A lot of yoga and pilate trying to find balance and clarity. Getting stoked for winter. maybe.
Latest
summer
I only climb with hot chicks
I’am glad ski season is over. The relentless mind dithering- i want to go i dont want to go dont go go go no yes no -was driving me crazy. The slow cotemplative pace of climbing, the safety of the rope just feels better for now. i suck at climbing but i like it.
eperon des cosmique. voie rebuffat
The Black and W album
the brightest and the darkest. Black and white.


























