Today, May 14, is the right time to open your favorite Newsletter and discover all the new nuggets that I have prepared for you in my magical lab using elements that I will pick myself in the Brocéliande Forest. Shoes are a matter of magic and beliefs. This is why when you put on mine, you will feel the urge for joy in your heel, then in your soles before moving up along your toes. If you already have a pair from me, you know what I'm talking about. If you don't have one, then you know now what awaits you if you are bold enough to treat yourself to one of my many wonders. My wonders of the world.

May 14 wouldn't quite be May 14 if it wasn't Sofia Coppola's birthday. So what kind of grist could I bring to the mill of the media machine. In any case, not one from Nestlé. Sofia is a bit of a darling of the fashion sphere. A nepomilf now well established in the cinema landscape. From now on when we hear Coppola we think more of her than of her father despite his two Palme d'Ors and his numerous Oscars, and even if he releases a new feature film we must recognize Sofia for having known how to make a name for herself. first name. First mocked for her role in The Godfather Part 3, she bounced back to become this icon for whom people queue in the simple hope of an anorexic autograph.

Sofia Coppola is a masterstroke with a first film soundtracked by Air, then at the height of their art. The sequel is Lost in Translation which would tell of his breakup with the creator APC and there it's a big LOL that envelops me. But these are gossips, urban myths told to thrill the reader of Vogue or Elle. After that there is Somewhere and then, for my part, that will be it because it seems that the rest resembles luxurious corporate films. Very light stuff, like a kind of rich girl sweat meringue.

Obviously we never talk about what we really know, so I won't throw any stones at him. I just qualify my remarks by recognizing in him a certain talent but also a certain propensity to move towards fashion films. She does what she wants and I'm not her agent. I'm just a simple little creator from the 10th arrondissement who claims her right to be different and to cunnilingus. With that, I kiss you.

The greatest peak ever reached by the Air duo. I often think of a pack of pit bulls rushing down the Champs Elysées to attack a squad of cops while listening to this :