Boys by Girls

Sunday, July 26, 2015

19 juillet 2015
"Gentle Uprising" by Fanny Latour-Lambert and Benoit Martinengo
Found "Boys By Girls" in the Palaise de Tokyo Bookstore. Fell in love. 


I'D IMAGINED that updating this blog wouldn't be hard in Paris, but its been near impossible... There's barely internet in our apartment, and in the cafe's here (at least the ones I like), people aren't buried in laptops and iphones- they're too busy conversing and people-watching, enjoying each others company over two, even three hour meals. That's what Ben, Tiffany, and I did this morning- I walked from my apartment through Jardin Du Luxembourg, and met them at La Closerie de Lilas in Montparnasse, where we ordered two cafe creme's and a cappuccino, and shared an assortment of mini desserts- so sweet we left them unfinished. This is the cafe that Hemingway frequented, and the inside is gorgeous- Art Deco posters from the 1920's, historical photos lining the walls, the piano guy playing some famous Asian song for us (he thought we were both Taiwanese?), brass and black and ancient chandeliers everywhere. Obviously young locals don't go to places like this, but it's Ben and Tiffany's last couple days in Paris, so they're feeling extra indulgent (and I'm never one to resist, to the detriment of my wallet), and so we walked down the street to another Hemingway Cafe- Le Select, and I had the best French Onion Gratin soup of my life. Needless to say, none of us will be eating tonight. Tiffany and I are going dancing later, and Ben, who's been on this whirlwind French romance is off to the cinema with the guy we met, he can't stop smiling, and it's infectious and adorable. It's very cold and overcast today, raining on and off, a little melancholic, and the streets are wet and beautiful. 


The cinema houses here are very elegant, as are the hommes, (although the cinema is also romantic, Parisian men, for the most part, are not). I've snapped a few street style shots, but not nearly as many as I wanted to yet. I've one roll of film left (and I came with 5!)- it's a black and white roll, and it's for two things: the architecture, and the people of Paris. 

à minuit

Tuesday, July 21, 2015


"But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, 
nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong, nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight" 




Paris on film

Monday, July 13, 2015

Morning in Paris
3 Juillet 2015
I went to the farmer's market last week, ended up staying for almost two hours because the locals were so friendly, the samples too delicious. I met a girl there who moved to Paris seven years ago from Stockholm, she's a literature student and she was telling me how much she loves the city, even after all this time, but how she'll never really be a local, that's something you're born into, she said. I left with blackberry jam and the best blueberries and yellow peaches I've ever tasted. J'ai traverse la rue towards my apartment, ran into another student, and she convinced me to go back and buy fresh white (very overpriced) peonies for my room, so they're on this same study desk now, already shriveled up and dying because of the heat here, but still lovely by the window, especially in the morning light.

Elle est incroyablement belle, cette ville. 
I took these my second night in Paris, when a bunch of us took a boat ride along the Seine. It was already 9 pm, maybe close to 10, and the sun was just skimming the water, illuminating the city with golden and purple waves. So many young people along the Seine, I love watching them sitting along the river's edge, legs dangling, cigarettes, wine, in close groups of friends, three, maybe four, and time doesn't matter so much here.

One of my friends here was telling me how each summer day in Paris feels like five. Like there are unspoken sections to a day, if you wake up by 5 maybe, you have 5 more hours to yourself before the city really wakes up, and it's nice, chilly and dewy, really quiet, soft white light everywhere. Then the afternoon is filled with tourists and the central city is frantic, everyone is everywhere, and it's overwhelming, but the anonymity is nice. I always have time to myself before sundown, heading to dinner around 9, never in Saint Germain after the first week- we've learned better. Tonight we'll be in le Marais to celebrate the night before Bastille Day, but I'm wanting to go to the Quartier Latin soon too. Strawberries and wine is dinner here, and it's perfect. Then a really peaceful lull after dinner, a quiet energy building up, and that's when the night starts. If you're out late enough, you experience the last bit, where you trade the last metro for le premier metro of the next day, to get home at 6 am.

Freedom of night here is beautiful.


Je suis arrivé à Paris

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

St. Germain, Paris 
1 Juillet 2015

Donc, il semble, je suis enfin ici! Of course the first thing I do the afternoon I arrive, is throw open our rusty white balcony windows, look down, up, down Rue de Conde, and take a photo to make sure this view isn't a complete mirage.   

One week later, and it it's still completely surreal that I'm in Paris, that I get to wake up for class at 7 am every morning, grab jam and a baguette from the lobby, speed walk through Jardin du Luxembourg, and make it to class by 9, bleary eyed, but so, so happy, out by 12, metro by 12:30, and then the day begins. 

21 ans. The age I'd always promised myself I'd come to Paris. I don't know what else to say, other than this city feels right. I've never been to a foreign place where I feel so at ease, where I inherently understand the pace of the people and the rhythm of the streets, even in a city where it takes me five minutes to spit out a single sentence. My head's spinning from every detail I'm wanting to savor, and share here, (plus running on 3 hours of sleep every night)- but carrying my little black notebook everywhere is keeping me mildly sane. 

The sun's gone down, and we're going to an open mike night hosted by Shakespeare and Co. near Blvd. Saint-Michel at this tiny cafe now. Did I really just say that? 
À demain!

 

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