" J'EUSSE ENCORE PRÉFÉRÉ QU'ON M'APPELÂT MACBETH...
Chamallow - FALL 2010 / © JL GANTNER
Chamallow his life and chat a bit cushy for her removal. A Parisian kid a little confused at first. The kind of pussy old just two months, found his two brothers and sisters in the basket of a G20 Quartier St Michel. (Not the G20 group of major international consultations without results generally never anything but the G20 where one buys his laundry and packages Teddy marshmallow topped with a thin layer of milk chocolate crackles softly beneath the teeth) . Short! That pour la petite et courte histoire de Chamallow qui devait aussi s’appeler « Macbeth » au début, ou encore « Miaou » parce qu’on hésitait. Pour ma part, j’aimais bien « Miaou » ! Mais je préférais Macbeth pour son côté bien adapté au cinéma par Akira Kurosawa, Orson Welles ou Polanski...
CHAMALLOW - AUTOMNE 2010 / ©JL GANTNER
Macbeth... (Malgré ma préférence incontestable pour Hamlet dans le registre du célèbre bestiaire de ce Monsieur Shakespeare...) Macbeth, un vrai nom de chat ! Mais un Macbeth, plutôt le genre « Camality Jane » finalement. Son side: I destroy everything about my visit with my air does not touch (green plants and dried flowers, as my preference for a few yellowed pages of ancient literature is very rare, and this coating so sensual in a leather armchair kind from that of a circle of Shipping. "Mmmhhm, I love cuirrhhhrrr ..." His hand: "I spend my time trying to eat all the stuff that makes red circles in its bowl, stirring the tail, which is really starting to annoy me with his hand: "I am completely crazy with your comings and goings or your silly stunts to try to catch me the gills through the impenetrable wall of glass that I am well aware that definitely separates us. " "Flipper" buddy landlubber, I do not think it makes any difference yet between a plasma screen, a pair of knitting needles Shetland wool and a kind of beast equipped with all new clutches but it does serve to nothing in the circumstance of a wall built in the Atlantic armored glass designed to disconcert the gutter cats like him. Marshmallow and his habit of a siesta in copper pans or dishes of couscous before sledding in the bags race recyclable plastic painted on the floor. His cabin official between a pile of books of Mediterranean cuisine and a great encyclopedia of nineteenth geography. His trick to prefer the smoked salmon croquettes Monoprix, while lots of people are starving in the world and lots of others are in the streets to defend their pensions. The kind of Marshmallow I'll still end up sending to military school to teach him to wipe the whiskers after meals ...
Chamallow IN PARIS - SPRING 2010
Chamallow CASSEROLE - FALL 2010
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