And this is the second and last part of the “about me” photohunt! Last part of the assignment, then I will stop being so self-centered, I promise.
|I like drawing, I like color and I like art, photography, literature or painting.
My father is an artist (Philippe Bossard) — it probably explains why we, the kids, like to see the world with a different eye. Eh, after we grew up in the jumble of buckets of oil paint, acrylic paint, gouache paint, watercolor and charcoal crayons…
It took me many years to appreciate my father’s work, because his drawings seemed so abstract to me as a kid (see his paintings inspired by the Genesis, his drawings on subway tickets, his experiments). I think I get it now. I think.
|I seem to have a thing for scarves. Maybe it’s the weather… maybe it’s just me.
Some women are into shoes — I’m not. Scarves are usually cheaper, one size fits all, and they are soft, unique and comfy.
These are three of my favorite: the dark red (from Guatemala), the whool one (from Canada) and the stripes one (from Bolivia).
|I have always loved traveling, and I turned it into an almost full-time activity as soon as I finished high school. Work, save money and go — that’s how it works.
So far, I have traveled/ backpacked in China, Hong Kong, Australia New Zealand, Canada, U.S.A, France, England, Belgium, Italy, Spain, Finland, Tunisia, Greece, Mexico, Belize, Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Panama, Equator, Peru, Bolivia, Chile, Argentina, Uruguay, Brazil… and hopefully there is more to come!
|I like Winnie the Pooh, Probably more than I should considering I’m 26 years old! I have four little “Winnies” and I usually carry one in my backpack when we go traveling.
Seriously guys, don’t laugh, that’s my deepest secret. My Winnie-dependence.
|As everybody knows by now, I don’t drive. Well, technically, I can: I learned, I have a valid license and we have a car. But I was never too comfortable driving — who knows why!
So I rely on the bus quite a lot. I wish I could say it’s for environmental reasons, but the truth is, it’s because I’m too fucking scare to drive to the supermarket by myself. Maybe one day…