Sunday, May 31, 2015


Maxime Willems

Chapter 9

                                                                                                  L'amour dure trois ans according to the French author Frédéric Beigbeder. In this case, 22.833 pageviews, 150 blogposts and 9 chapters. No, I am not kidding and yes you got it right; I am officially typing the last lines of this book. Heartbroken - totally! but if I am honest, it is about time to face the final curtain. Throughout the last year it became clear that this couldn't last much longer. Many have noticed the irregularity of the posts, the absence of text underneath the pictures, the lack of passion between the lines. During the past 3 years, something somewhere went terribly right and today the only certainty seems to be that nothing is as it once was. It takes courage to admit that we have grown apart but as silly as it may sound, I guess that's life. Carrying on would be tremendously unhealthy for both sides and with all the respect one can owe to a blog, LIFE BEHIND MY LENS. TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN deserves to remain taintless.

For the past three years and a half LBML was more than just a blog. At the same time; a column of an era, a personal diary, a psychological study, an aesthetic essay, a coming-of-age tale. During this entire time, this place was my creative outlet, largely defined by Proust & Co. I'll never forget the grey afternoon in early September when I moved into my Parisian shoe box appartment and clicked on the "publish" button.

Ever since, I have outgrown my former self and I must confess, it's time to move on. "Regrets, I've had a few; but then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do. And saw it through without exemption. Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew, when I bit off more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, it ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall; and did it my way!"  Nevertheless, something new and different will soon see the light of day. I just couldn't start the next chapter while rereading the last one. So here we are, where it has to cease. On time - the end of an era, the beginning of the future and the long moment in between.

Yours faithfully,


Monday, May 4, 2015


"Let's commit the perfect crime; I'll steal your heart, and you steal mine."

Friday, April 17, 2015


Single people want relationships, settled people wonder if they're missing out on something, traveling types miss stability, stable ones are restless, old friends want new friends, new friends miss old friends, and basically almost everyone my age has some dangling worry trailing around after them everywhere that they're somehow not doing everything, that what they're doing is not altogether the right thing, that they are missing out ... Do not be ashamed. The doubt is natural, and everyone you know - yes, even that person - carries it sometimes too.
Allow yourself to be peaceful. Allow yourself satisfaction in what you have. If you really don't like it, allow yourself permission to make changes.

Friday, March 20, 2015


"What if I fall? Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?"

More than once winter and summer have been mentioned on this blog, whereas the romantic spring found itself eclipsed by the latter. Speaking of an eclipse, today we had the chance to witness a total solar eclipse. Though, this has not been the only detail about this Friday March 20, 2015:

Besides this major event, today has been the first day of spring, new moon and (... la cerise sur le gâteau) the international day of happiness. Many arguments to look forward to a season filled with the magic of becoming. 

Tuesday, March 10, 2015


Maxime Willems

Chapter 8

                                                             During a recent job interview I have been asked " photography is your type of art; can you list us some renowned artists that inspire you?!" ("!..." exposant l'infini).  Every job interview has this fatal question that you are not prepared to, the one you were so not ready for in that moment when you finally were kind of comfortable (or at least as close as you could get to comfortable in this kind of situation), the one that completely makes you lose ground under your feet. So here I was taken aback - speechless, the French call this "un grand moment de solitude".

After having been gabbing some flimflam about Roy Lichtenstein and the Helmut Newton exposition in 2012 in Paris, I was more than happy that nobody insisted and that this question could be archived into my collection of awkward job interview questions. However, during the following sleepless night, I gave this question one more thought. It was actually a very simple question which does not really fit into my collection of awkward job interview questions. Though, I was not able to answer it naturally. It's the association of the words "renowned" and "inspire" that made me capitulate; because there is no renowned artist at the source of my inspiration.

As my daily early morning routine consists in having breakfast while scrolling through the Tumblr of "A Well Traveled Woman", which is filled with amazing pictures of natural surroundings, inspiring quotes and further reminders about what life is really about, I guess that's my true source of inspiration, in adequation with the statement that "Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication" and absolutely worth penning a new chapter over here (depuis le temps...). I couldn't agree more on her latest Blogpost regarding social media tools, which reminds me more than ever why I still do not promote this Blog, do not care much about its layout and remain loyal to the slogan of "To Whom It May Concern".

P.S.: got the job.

Monday, February 9, 2015


Just like every winter, we have been excessively spoilt with frosty days enriched with fifty shades of grey. In desperate need for some colours, I recently visited the Parisian Notting Hill.

Located close-by the Gare de Lyon in the 12th district, the tiny street named rue Crémieux carries its visitors away. While visiting this magic hidden treasure, you'll cross carefree kids playing around, some grumpy cats and other curious minds accompanied by their camera.

While taking the pictures, I noticed that my main subjects, especially when it comes to photo series, are hidden courtyards and streets that do not look Parisian at all but rather like lost places in the middle of nowhere, plants and bicycles. Should I conclude that leaving town and moving to the countryside would be more inspiring?

Monday, January 26, 2015


"It is the little things that matter most & that you will always remember."

Thursday, December 4, 2014


Marcel Proust's masterpiece "A LA RECHERCHE DU TEMPS PERDU" has been part of my bookshelf since my arrival in Paris. However, I never took the time to read the entire volume which has been a gift from someone I used to spend a lot of time with.

All the more impressive was that I stumbled upon a chapter of the novel last night in a concept store where we met after a very long period of necessary distance and time.
"LES INTERMITTENCES DU COEUR" caught my attention suddenly and unexpectedly. An instant crush for these few pages about a truly intriguing subject:

"Les intermittences du coeur", ce n'est pas seulement le titre d'une des sections les plus émouvantes, au coeur de la Recherche du temps perdu de Marcel Proust (dans Sodome et Gomorrhe); cela devait initialement en être, selon l'un des projets de Proust ; le titre d'ensemble. On oublie trop souvent que Proust ne parle pas de la - mémoire et de ses intermittences, seulement pour des raisons métaphysiques, mais d'abord comme d'un déchirement intime, dans les relations humaines. La perte des êtres les plus chers, elle-même, nous l'oublions le plus souvent, et quand elle nous revient, involontairement, elle n'en est que deux fois plus douloureuse ; douloureuse par la perte qu'elle ravive, mais aussi par la culpabilité de l'oubli, qu'elle réveille.

Sunday, November 16, 2014


"Create a vision that makes you wanna jump out of bed in the morning."

Wednesday, September 3, 2014


I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me. I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping. I hate conflict and comparisons. I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement. Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals. And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.

                     Meryl Streep

Saturday, August 23, 2014


"Il faut cultiver notre jardin."

[ Canon: 5D / Lighting duration: 1/250 / Aperture: f/2,5 / Focal width: 50 mm / ISO: 100 / Lighting: no flash ]

Wednesday, August 20, 2014


"Don't underestimate the seductive power of a decent vocabulary."

Books on the bookshelves and stacked on the floor
Books kept in baskets and propped by the door
Books in neat piles and in disarray
Books tucked in closets and books on display
Books filling crannies and books packed in nooks
Books massed in windows and mounded in crooks
Libraries beckon and bookstoors invite
But-book-filled rooms welcome us back home at night.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014


Florian, Côtes du Rhône, AOC, Saint-Péray, France (August 2014)

"Look to the stars, let hope burn in your eyes."

Sunday, July 20, 2014


Since the trip to Mexico back in summer 2011, I finally got the occasion to travel again. Destination South Asia; more precisely to Sri Lanka, the island country located in the northern Indian Ocean.

Compared to (still and always comparing, some things never change...) my central-american experience, this adventure has been a real backpacking trip including endless bus rides trough the srilankan road anarchy, sweat-soaked t-shirts (...), mosquito battles as is right and proper,...

Backpacking is the art of knowing what to leave behind.
Back to basics has been the slogan on various levels. In a country with 20.277.597 people living , in our understanding, under absolutely "poor" conditions, one must admit what a comfort zone we live in and though we do complain much more than these guys. Buddhism is the most prevalent religion in Sri Lanka and even if you do not know much about it, it is famous for its minimalism and being a less greedy concept.

Besides the lack of needless luxury on a day to day level, you also get a reminder of who and what really matters; which unfortenutaly, in our cosy comport zone, we tend to forget ways too often. In the end, it's not only on a material level that I got to know what to leave behind.

Back in Mexico I found paradise (remember "heaven & hell can wait"); all the pictures were colorful and festive. So is the beginning of this post, all bright and full of light, though in the last pictures a certain darkness dominates. They are not ugly, just different and real and in a certain contrast to the ones before. Sri Lanka is nor heaven nor hell, it is it's own kind of paradise, if it was a person, it would be a beautiful mind.
Why do I say so ? Of course I have been amazed by the beauty of the temples, the miracles nature had to offer,... but formost I have been touched by the simplicity, gentleness and gratitude of the people we crossed. Therefor it is picture N°7 of this blogpost, with the two girls sharing a bottle of water and sharing a smile, that ended up being by favorite one.