#Pantine

[borntoloos]

[lejournaldupeintre]

Pantin ➡️ Pantine : Paris suburb renamed ‘to symbolise gender equality

In 2023, the trendy Paris suburb of Pantin hopes to show its commitment to gender equality, and the first step it took was to add the letter “E” to its name. The commune – part of the capital’s inner suburbs to the north which is rapidly becoming a trendy destination for young Parisians – will thus no longer be Pantin (pronounced “pan-tahn”). Instead, in a subtle grammatical change, it will…

[micmacplanet]

Tchao Pantine..!?

[gatabella]

Brigitte Bardot on the set of A Woman Like Satan, 1958

[retrogeographie]

Pantin, les Courtilières.

[toutplacid]

Pont sncf de l’âge du fer, avenue du Général-Leclerc, Pantin — fusain, carnet nº 142, 6 juin 2024.

[marlenedietrichuneenfantdusiecle]

The devil is a woman

[more-relics]

David Gilmour & Snowy White  Pink Floyd, Pavillion de Paris, Porte de Pantin, Paris France. February 1977. Photos by Daniel Simon

[guilbertjj]

Le jardinier

[theoriginalonemozar]

Pantin(e).

[fidjiefidjie]

César 1984 :Coluche, meilleur acteur pour "Tchao Pantin"

🎥 Humour encore 🎬

[hearts-are-connected]

Self-indulgent snippet, don't come for me.

A gift for @pinkomcranger

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It's only been a day since their next-door neighbors decided to take down the two large trees in their backyard, along with one in the front. Only having the money to get them cut, but not hauled away. To Saga's surprise, given Alex's known hatred of the outdoors, he'd volunteered to lend the folks a hand.

Casey assisted in cutting large pieces of tree branches and logs down to a manageable size for truck pick-up. It's not as if Saga hasn't seen Alex shirtless; they have a son for crying out loud; she's seen everything the man has to offer. That said, there's something different about seeing her husband shirtless now, dressed in only a pair of pants and work boots. Sawdust and dirt stick to his bare torso as beads of sweat run down his body. Watching from their window, Saga can't help feeling a little hot herself.

His lean frame sits out for the world to see as he lifts log after log onto his shoulders, tossing them to a pile meant for disposal. Even using a chainsaw a few times to cut them down for easier handling. She'd never seen this side of Casey before, but she was deeply enamored with it. 

As the sun began to set, the profiler watched as her husband slowly trekked back towards their house. Saga stayed in her spot by the window until the front door opened, the man's panting quickly reaching her ears. She hears him take a glass from the cabinet, and she hears the tap of the sink as he fills it, but she doesn't hear him approach their bedroom. Creeping out of the entryway, she peeks out into the kitchen.

Unashamedly, Saga ogles the man as his adam's apple bobs with every swallow. She licks her lips in turn as he disappears from view to refill the glass. Leaning back into their bedroom, Saga tousles her loose hair in the mirror before heading out, and stepping around the island of their kitchen to find him lying on the tile. His second glass of water, this one half-finished, is sitting on the counter.

"You stink, cowboy."

Saga can't help biting at her lip as she drinks in his haggard appearance, kneeling down to sit beside him as he lay there. Inching closer, he moves until his temple can rest against her thigh, the sweat from his hair leaving a damp spot on her skin.

"You don't," he swallows, taking in a deep breath and letting it out before locking eyes with her, "say, Saga. I can't imagine why I would smell so bad."

"It's not a bad look for you, though," she laughs, stroking back his hair as she leans down and captures his mouth. He tastes like salt and earth as he kisses her back, grabbing at the back of her head to pull her in closer.

"How about I get a shower, and then we can continue this in the bedroom?"

"I dunno, Alex. I think you need someone to scrub your back."

Her heart skips as a deep groan sounds in his throat, his lips catching hers one more time before he's up from the floor with her in his arms. 

"I'm all yours, Anderson."

[gatabella]

Brigitte Bardot, A Woman Like Satan, 1959

[retrogeographie]

Pantin, les Grands Moulins.

[toutplacid]

Entrée du métro, station Hoche, Pantin — marker rouge et vert, carnet nº 141 bis, 25 mars 2024.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Tobacco manufactory in Pantin, northeastern suburbs of Paris

French vintage postcard