Pictures and Text by Pauline Gallot
A heartbeat. A gut feeling. Purposely putting yourself at risk. And the feeling of being alive, right there, at that precise moment. Here is probably the non-exhaustive list of links between boys, surf, girls and travelling. It is not a coincidence if my life has been shaped through these multiples directions over the past years. The youth in the veins and love in the heart. First of all, and after all: The fascination.
Summers carry a certain sparkle, an unalterable flame regardless of the place around the globe, the beautiful days inhabit us at their own pace either reasonably intense or unsteady. I’ve decided to go out explore the world of the Love of the wave, beautiful girls and airports. I found much more to it and decided to stay, even settle. New-York, Barcelona, Austin, Hossegor, same turns, didn’t see or took an ambulance. Shared nights under the stars, Mexican tacos at 5 in the morning, shared smiles, always more smiles and even some tears, the train in which you jump at the last moment, back seat sleeping then wander through endless deserts or along the big blue. The adrenaline and the beauty of the gesture, all around us inspires us. First we meet, then we tame, we love, we even adopt each other or we simply tear ourselves. And start all over. Tireless. Patient. Permanently thirsty. Over and over again.
Then I realized that every story is beautiful to listen to, each experience is good to take. Each heart as well. Never close the door to the unknown, each existence has something to bring to your own. One way or another you grow from it. You learn about others as much as you learn about yourself. Passionate about what people have to give or take. How far will you go, follow, fight or simply give up. I became conscious that every love is different, passionate, fusional, soft or blind. No matter the situation, no matter the environment. Here and there I uncover the look of each and what I find is fascinating. Perpetual back and forth feelings, dawn awakenings to catch the first summer swells, hands that brush, and there deep inside you scream: “Fuck this is beautiful”. So I keep believing and immortalizing. Fingers crossed every second so that everyone is like me, in a secondary state while gazing at those growing sights. All of us on loans of freedom, of dreams touched by the fingertips and an unconditional love for what we love and believe.
