Category Archives: Nostalgia
Thursday, my old friend
🇬🇧 I have always liked Thursdays. Not in a loud, fireworks-and-confetti sort of way. More in the discreet, knowing nod of two accomplices who understand each other perfectly. Thursday sits there, calmly, right in the middle of the week. Precisely … Continue reading
When Czech tire business met French moped dreams
🇬🇧 (and a Falcon fell from the sky) Or How I accidentally became a jet-setting tire executive without ever pronouncing “Brno” correctly The mid-90s were a magical time. The internet was making those delightful dial-up noises, someone was still trying … Continue reading
Bullitt
🇬🇧 When cars were fast, airports were easy and Steve McQueen was cool 🍿 So there I was last night, doing what any reasonable person does on a random weeknight—rewatching Bullitt for approximately the 47th time. Because apparently, I need … Continue reading
Giulietta
🇫🇷 Ode Ă l’essence super et Ă l’insouciance Je suis tombĂ© par hasard sur une photo d’une Giulietta exactement comme la mienne. MĂŞme couleur, mĂŞme air de dĂ©fi mĂ©canique, mĂŞme promesse de libertĂ©. AnnĂ©es 69 ou 70. Autant dire que … Continue reading
Mediterranean melodrama
🇬🇧 Or why TV weather reports are losing the plot When I was a kid growing up in suburban western Paris, summer meant one thing: escape. And escape we did—to the south of France, like clockwork. First, of course, came … Continue reading
The morning I time-traveled to the summer of 2000
🇬🇧 A few weeks ago, I treated myself to a warm bath of nostalgia by writing about the anniversary of Expo 2000 in Hannover — that quirky global village of ideas, pavilions, and passport stamps. Since then, one very specific … Continue reading
I do it my way 