Hannibal, Luther, Oz, Twin Peaks, Breaking Bad, Justified, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Game of Thrones, Battlestar Galactica, Black Books, The Shield, The IT crowd, The Wire, Community, Supernatural, the Monty Pythons flying circus...
Currently reading A Song of ice and fire
Anonyme a demandé :Coucou maaarine, j'ai une petite question : pourquoi les scénarios de Steven Moffat te déplaisent-t-ils à ce point ? Enfin, ok tout n'est pas toujours cohérent, ni parfait, mais cela fait longtemps que j'ai arrêté d'essayer de trouver une cohérence absolue à Doctor Who, mais personnellement cela ne m'empêche pas de prendre mon pied devant les épisodes, même ceux de Steven Moffat ! En bref, je passe toujours un très bon moment avec le Doctor ! Alors pourquoi ? Signée : une fidèle lectrice.
Le problème avec les scripts de Moffat c’est que je perçois sa personnalité de merde derrière chaque réplique et chaque rebondissement. L’oeuvre...
French photojournalist Olivier Martel has travelled the world capturing images of women across the globe from all walks of life. Here are some of his pictures of women from around the African continent including Tunisia, Ethiopia, Senegal and the Ivory Coast. Most of these photographs are taken from the book Femmes Eternelles.
"The Kawah Putih site was opened to visitors in 1987. The lake is 2,430m (7970 ft) above sea level, so the local climate is often quite chilly (temperatures are frequently around 10 degrees celsius). This makes a brisk change from the humidity of the north Java plain and the capital city of Jakarta. Kawah Putih is a sizeable highly acid lake (pH 0.5-1.3) which changes colour from bluish to whitish green, or brown, depending on the concentration of sulfur and the temperature or the oxidation state. The sand and rocks surrounding the lake have been also leached into whitish colours through interaction with the acidic lake waters (with possible mineral precipitation as well)."
I found a ghost town while driving though the midwest. I spent the day wading through dead grass and exploring the vacant homes. A rusty water tower lay on the outskirts of the town and the yards were littered with old cars.
New life took over the town. Birds had built nests in many of the homes and there was a dead lamb in one. As it grew dark it began to rain. I picked the house with the cleanest bed and slept inside as I listened to rain drip through holes in the ceiling and patter on the roof. I woke up early to the sounds of raccoons near me on the stairs.
This is actually really scary once you think about it. There are newspapers and lightbulbs and a painting on the desk in the second picture. There’s a trailer in the fourth, along with numerous cars. There are pots and personal effects in the second to last, and the place is trashed. What made everyone leave in such a hurry that they didn’t have time to grab what was dear to them, or even leave in their cars? Why would they leave them there, and not even consider driving away? What madness inflicted all of the residents to simply leave, without taking anything?