julie delpy: typecast as that sweet french girl you encounter by chance

repost from le love

i received a message from a good friend today telling me of his recent all-consuming break up. . . now im wide awake, reading post secret, and watching clips of my favorite julie delpy films wondering how i can conjure her "je nais se quoi" as she explains to ethan hawke's character that god only exists in the little space between them... how if there's magic, it must be in the attempt to understand someone sharing something.

And even better still, her monologue at the end of 2 days in Paris

now i realize i don't want to end my year surrounded by ghost world and twilight, reading a travel log written by the vietnamese american kerouc, wrapping my swollen toes, waiting . . .