{"id":17017,"date":"2013-09-16T05:30:10","date_gmt":"2013-09-16T03:30:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=17017"},"modified":"2013-09-16T01:45:25","modified_gmt":"2013-09-15T23:45:25","slug":"my-vintage-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=17017","title":{"rendered":"My Vintage Life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Moi je ne suis plus si jeune que je le crois,<br \/>\nQuand je descend \u00e0 la cave et retrouve dans mes cartons :<\/p>\n<p>Des photos dont je n&rsquo;ai plus les n\u00e9gatifs,<br \/>\ndont les couleurs ont commenc\u00e9 \u00e0 jaunir et qui vieillissent avec moi.<\/p>\n<p>Des lettres et mots par centaines,<br \/>\nParce qu&rsquo;\u00e0 l&rsquo;\u00e9poque des SMS il n&rsquo;y en avait pas.<br \/>\nLa correspondance \u00e9tait une fa\u00e7on de dire \u00e0 l&rsquo;autre \u00e0 quel point il comptait,<br \/>\nune fa\u00e7on aussi de passer le temps en classe.<\/p>\n<p>Des tickets de metro jaunes, des billets de concerts en Francs,<br \/>\nDes stickers FreeKuwait, Les amis de la terre, Greenpeace,<br \/>\nUne revue de presse pour un expos\u00e9 sur Gorbatchev et la Perestro\u00efka,<\/p>\n<p>Des agendas d&rsquo;ann\u00e9es 80 et 90<br \/>\nEt un d\u00e9compte jusqu&rsquo;au 666 avant l&rsquo;an 2000,<br \/>\nUn carnet d&rsquo;adresse sans num\u00e9ros 06, le mobile n&rsquo;existait pas.<\/p>\n<p>Mais la chose qui m&rsquo;a touch\u00e9 le plus,<br \/>\nA \u00e9t\u00e9 de retrouver mes petits carnets de notes d&rsquo;autrefois,<br \/>\nEt r\u00e9aliser que l&rsquo;\u00e9criture a toujours fait partie de moi.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Et vous, votre vintage life elle est compos\u00e9 de quoi ?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"17018\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?attachment_id=17018\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/vintage-life-by-libelul.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"540,385\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"vintage-life-by-libelul\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/vintage-life-by-libelul-450x320.jpg\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/vintage-life-by-libelul.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-17018\" alt=\"vintage-life-by-libelul\" src=\"http:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/vintage-life-by-libelul.jpg\" width=\"540\" height=\"385\" srcset=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/vintage-life-by-libelul.jpg 540w, https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/vintage-life-by-libelul-450x320.jpg 450w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 540px) 100vw, 540px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I&rsquo;m not so young as I thought,<br \/>\nWhen I find hidden in some cellar boxes :<\/p>\n<p>Pictures without negatives,<br \/>\nWhose colors have began turning yellow as they grow old with me.<\/p>\n<p>Hundreds of letters and little notes,<br \/>\nBecause at the time they were no text messages,<br \/>\nMail was a way to show your affection,<br \/>\nAnd also a way to spend time in class.<\/p>\n<p>Yellow subway tickets, and show tickets for just a few French Francs,<br \/>\nStickers for FreeKuwait, Friends of the Earth, Greenpeace,<br \/>\nPress cuts for a school projet on Gorbachev and the Perestroika.<\/p>\n<p>Diarys from the 80s and 90s<br \/>\nAnd a countdow to D-666 to 2000,<br \/>\nAn address book without mobile numbers, as we did not have that.<\/p>\n<p>But the thing that touched me most,<br \/>\nWas to find my notebooks filled with my words from th passt,<br \/>\nAnd realizing that putting words into writing,<br \/>\nHas always been part of being who I am.<\/p>\n<p><strong>And you, what is your vintage life made of?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<a href=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=17017\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"270\" src=\"\" class=\"alignleft wp-post-image tfe\" alt=\"\" title=\"\" \/><\/a><p>Moi je ne suis plus si jeune que je le crois, Quand je descend \u00e0 la cave et retrouve dans mes cartons : Des photos dont je n&rsquo;ai plus les n\u00e9gatifs, dont les couleurs ont commenc\u00e9 \u00e0 jaunir et qui vieillissent avec moi. Des lettres et mots par centaines, Parce qu&rsquo;\u00e0 l&rsquo;\u00e9poque des SMS il [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[38],"tags":[396],"class_list":["post-17017","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-4qt","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17017","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=17017"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17017\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=17017"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=17017"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=17017"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}