Rebecca Rebouché

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"It is only in his work that an artist can find reality and satisfaction, for the actual world is less intense than the world of his invention and consequently his life, without recourse to violent disorder, does not seem very substantial. The right condition for him is that in which his work in not only convenient but unavoidable."
 - Tennessee Williams

"It is only in his work that an artist can find reality and satisfaction, for the actual world is less intense than the world of his invention and consequently his life, without recourse to violent disorder, does not seem very substantial. The right condition for him is that in which his work in not only convenient but unavoidable."
- Tennessee Williams

Mr.Tumnus went to a new home today. Everybody say “bye T!” Thanks for all the insta-moments you gave us. He has new parents now- real bunny lovers, who lost their last rabbit to a bunny health problem. He’s like the “giving bunny”. He helped me through a dark time in my life and I’m so much happier now. It’s time for him to help others. If he lives 10 yrs I hope he helps lots of people in that time. As much as I love bunnies, I’m a humanitarian after all. ✌️💗🐰 #mrtumnussaveslives

Mr.Tumnus went to a new home today. Everybody say “bye T!” Thanks for all the insta-moments you gave us. He has new parents now- real bunny lovers, who lost their last rabbit to a bunny health problem. He’s like the “giving bunny”. He helped me through a dark time in my life and I’m so much happier now. It’s time for him to help others. If he lives 10 yrs I hope he helps lots of people in that time. As much as I love bunnies, I’m a humanitarian after all. ✌️💗🐰 #mrtumnussaveslives

It’s a silky night in the woods with fireflies and cricket symphonies and the baritone croaking of bull frogs. Memories flap at the inside of my skull like moths on bulbs…

It’s a silky night in the woods with fireflies and cricket symphonies and the baritone croaking of bull frogs. Memories flap at the inside of my skull like moths on bulbs…

My assistant (and completely badass photographer in her own right) Hannah McSwain, is the featured person on local blog I Heart Nola today. And one of her photos of pianist Margeret Hebert from our salon series at the The Beauty Shop is in the line-up of chosen instagram pics. To see more from the salon series, search hashtag “theimprobablecafe” on instagram. Or check out The Beauty Shop facebook page. Keep it real Han. xoxo
(photo of Hannah above, by: Scott Simon of I Heart Nola)

My assistant (and completely badass photographer in her own right) Hannah McSwain, is the featured person on local blog I Heart Nola today. And one of her photos of pianist Margeret Hebert from our salon series at the The Beauty Shop is in the line-up of chosen instagram pics. To see more from the salon series, search hashtag “theimprobablecafe” on instagram. Or check out The Beauty Shop facebook page. Keep it real Han. xoxo

(photo of Hannah above, by: Scott Simon of I Heart Nola)

"I wanted the storms. I wanted the calms. I wanted to feel loneliness."        - Laura Dekker
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I just wrote a long post with my thoughts on this - all this: the film, and how my treehouse feels like a sailboat in the forest. How I feel the storms, the calms and the loneliness too. But sadly my computer decided to destroy it unsaved. :( And I don’t have the energy to re-write it. It’s lost to the neverland of internet. 

"I wanted the storms. I wanted the calms. I wanted to feel loneliness."        - Laura Dekker

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I just wrote a long post with my thoughts on this - all this: the film, and how my treehouse feels like a sailboat in the forest. How I feel the storms, the calms and the loneliness too. But sadly my computer decided to destroy it unsaved. :( And I don’t have the energy to re-write it. It’s lost to the neverland of internet. 

If there is a soul, it is a mistake to believe that it is given to us fully created. Rather it is created here, throughout a whole life. And living is nothing else but that long and painful bringing forth.

Albert Camus