London, 30 days before xmas, a French guy called Brémond, a busy retail shop, a messy flat, an English girl named Catie, a housemate called Leo, a long table of skateboarders drinking at the pub, a multitude of red double deckers, a broken saxophone, a Chinese take away, Santa Claus chilling out before his biggest night of the year, a French girl called Anaïs, a concert in a gallery, some girls from Eastern Europe wearing stockings and suspenders backstage, a film festival, a recording studio, some impenetrable balloons on a dance floor, some puddles on the streets of Hackney, some tinned sardines, some pigeons above Covent Garden, a karaoke, a café called ‘La Bouche’, some grapefruits, some green cigarettes, a book written in English by a Frenchman on his telephone.
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By Alain Brémond-Torrent