music, photography

You talk like Marlene Dietrich and you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire,
your clothes are all made by Balmain and there’s diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are.

You live in a fancy apartment off the Boulevard St. Michel,
where you keep your Rolling Stones records and a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do.

You go to the embassy parties, where you talk in Russian and Greek,
and the young men who move in your circles, they hang on every word you speak, yes they do.

I’ve seen all your qualifications you got from the Sorbonne,
and the painting you stole from Picasso, your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does.

But where do you go to, my lovely, when you’re alone in your bed?
Tell me the thoughts that surround you, I want to look inside your head, yes I do.

music, photography

there are places i remember, all my life…

…though some have changed. Some forever, not for better, some have gone and some remain. All these places have their moments, with lovers and friends, I still can recall. Some are dead and some are living; in my life, I’ve loved them all. But of all these friends and lovers, there is no-one compares with you. And these memories lose their meaning, when I think of love as something new. Though I know I’ll never lose affection for people and things that went before; I know I’ll often stop and think about them – in my life, I love you more.

This song? Top ten. And perfect for right now, because on this day seven years ago, I travelled one-way up the M6 and landed in Manchester. I’ve been here ever since, so I thought it would be an appropriate time (especially as this city won’t have me for much longer) to pause and count the ways in which I love this place. All a good idea, until I realised I really wouldn’t know where to begin. There simply are no words for the people I’ve met and the times I’ve had. The Manchester Years are famous in my book and I will look back on them with a fondness like no other. If I’ve learnt anything, it’s that the good people are like magnets. So thank you, Manchester, for teaching me that.

P.s. Count yourselves lucky that I chose that song to start this post off with. The alternative would’ve been Tina Turner –Simply The Best (don’t ask). But now for the photos. These were taken (almost) seven years ago of my friend (who happens to be wearing a wig) and I, outside our halls. I seem to remember we loved them at the time. They look even more iconic now.