The Power of Strums

Video Dollz

So this is what happens when there are pretty leaves, good company and a video camera...

Me Sing French One Day

Since I've been working on the ukulele for quite awhile now it's about time I drop my first single. Unfortunately without my lovely lyricists, original verses are hard to come by. 

So I stole this from Edith Piaf.

The New Project

That's right, folks! I've gotten a ukulele and I plan on using it.

Je Veux Vivre Jusqu'à la Fin

I had to make an artsy-fartsy video for my art class. 

This was the result of a windy day, cold sea and some supportive crazy friends.

Guard Changing REmix

Made this little number in honor of the great guards who serve in Athens.

Part Four : Chimes of a Different Rhyme

In place of church bells, this is what chimes through the city of Istanbul five times a day.

Lucky to be Jumping

"I don't know, we're here... Let's do it!"

Perhaps sometimes one should advance despite their better judgement. 

A sea kayaking trip, cliff jumping into the Aegean and dinner with Rob the Australian teacher later the small island Milos treated us extremely well.

Dodo's Conundrum

1. Wear new party dress
2. Take afternoon train to Paris
3. Go to Bataclan Club
4. Watch opening band
5. THE SHINS
6. MORE SHINS
7. Paris bistro dinner
8. AH? What do we do now, it's midnight!? (midnight in Paris does not include Owen Wilson)
9. Go to train station, freak out..
10. Umm, oh look! A free club open until 5 am
11. Get sunglasses and dance at The Iguana
12. Too tired, pain aux raisins.
13. Train back to Montpellier

14. Vow to become better at taking pictures of people and steadier video

Montpellier, the dirty way

Pas de cours? Pas de soucis. On s'amuse, quand même.

Karnaval and the Klown

Montpellier came out to play for Karnaval 2012 on Tuesday night.

About five years ago the city cancelled the parade of crazies due to rowdiness. Since then, the rebellious hippy youth of Montpellier has organized a colorful counterculture celebration mixed with anarchist sentiments and silly costumes.

We followed a loud drum circle as well as a shredded fabric minstrel through the tiny streets and into the squares around the downtown area.

 Emma with the ever infamous Hugo : ex-anarchist clown

Fierce make-up for a fierce Sarah 

Annecy, my Valentine

Find yourself single with a bar of chocolate in the most beautiful place in the world this Valentine's Day? Don't fret, the pictures are worth it.

On the good ol' Tuesday I took the train to the breath-taking Annecy. At the base of Mont Blanc and spooning a crystal clear lake, this small town is filled with perfectly cobbled streets and quaint restaurants.

I spent the afternoon walking around with my backpack as a solid companion and a bar of chocolate stuffed in my purse. People gawked at my peculiar appearance as I gawked at the gorgeous landscape. Je ne vais jamais avoir des mots was the only response I had to an old lady nice enough to take my picture and strike up a conversation about this little gem-of-a-place.

Long-weekend Lyon

Perhaps it was my awesome host and her friends; or the icy frozen rivers : Rhône and Saône; or maybe it was the view from Basilique Fourvière or the big city feel of Lyon that charmed me. At the base of the Alps I walked my feet off, found warmth in coffee shops, geeked out at the Musée des Beaux Arts, shopped markets and shoes and partied with the best of them (thanks guys!). Lyon is the third largest city in France but by the end, I felt we were solid acquaintances.

All I Want ...

A labor of love done out of lack of cash. Love you all and wish you the merriest of Christmases.

How to Talk Someone Down

Miss Sarah is afraid of heights. This is how you get her down in the ancient Arles coliseum.

Lemme Tell You About...

Halloween.

They do it all wrong here. Everyone half dresses up and there aren't enough decorations. I do believe we did it right: jack-o-lantern, decorated food and sloppy pictures.

However, it was so bad we were inspired to write a song about it.

Flamenco

This is a short clip of the flamenco I witnessed at Mercé 2011, Barcelona