Charlotte and I often choose American films to watch along with the others that we love. Satisfying endings, handsome boys that make us laugh in delight or stop our whispering in interest, more so laughing if Pierre is standing in front of the screen doing his usual tricks, that lately have faded away more and more, when I have seen him. This ( Read more... )

I'm Valentine, french socialite, jetsetter and best friend to the Charlotte Casiraghi and Andrea Grimaldi and sometimes girlfriend of Pierre Casiraghi.

Yes, I’m grounded, got my wings clipped. I'm surrounded by all this pavement. I guess I'll circle while I'm waiting for my fears to dry. Someday I'll fly, someday I'll soar. Someday I’ll be something much more because I’m bigger than my body gives me credit for.I'm not much of a john mayer fan, but this song struck a chord in me ( Read more... )

Recently, I have been spending most of my free time with Pierre. We've been doing the same things we always do; playing video games, lying under our favourite tree reading, taking Romeo for walks, staying up until all hours of the night talking about anything and everything, but everything has such a new feeling to it. There are small gestures that ( Read more... )

Recently I have felt as if I am sitting on the sidelines while my closest friends play this big game that is life. I've been sitting patiently waiting for my turn to be involved in the action and it's occurred to me, waiting will not do me any good. I need to stop lingering in the shadows and get myself out there. Hiding never did anyone any good.

One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live for ever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender, solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands alone and throws one's head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and ( Read more... )

I've changed my screenname to varied valentine.

I should be online a little later, so add me and keep an eye out for me.

I love to ride in the morning. It is my freedom, as this journal is mon évasion. I slip from bed early, before the light and hurry to the stables ( Read more... )

Je suis cachée.

This is my escape.