Another month already?

My bedroom



New couch, new dress, rainy day #26



"Air-ees" American bread, Monsieur Propre, how to fold a taco



Love this wall in one of the Louvre gift shops...
the tongs open and close with drops of water



Bizarre art?/ad?/mural?/wallcovering?/je-ne-sais-pas at Carousel du Louvre





Place Vendome





I'm going to pause here for a moment to comment on something.
Every, literally every, evening since I arrived I hear the couple upstairs arguing. Usually it's the woman shouting something really loud (just now "REGARDES!"), maybe she slams a door or two, the guy responds, and the argument lasts a total of 30 seconds... But like clockwork, e-v-e-r-y evening in pretty much the same manor. Tres bizarre.

May I also just say that Paris is a big small town.

Back to photos...

Sunday was free museum day, and also like clockwork, I returned 6 months later to Musee Rodin, this time with my friend Mak. The museum is absolutely gorgeous in the spring because many of his works are placed around a garden, in trees, around a pond. It was interesting to see his pieces in an entirely new light- the dreary early evening of Winter. The Gates of Hell suddenly look more ominous, and this guy below, while I found him interesting before (I love his face), he was definitely made for Fall. Spring is not his setting...

















We got there late because I attempted to go to my friend's exhibit at Gallerie Daniel Jibert, and ended up finding work by Igor Ustinov, who also currently has some works on display on Champs-Elysee. I liked this one, "A Dieu" ("To God")... it's Freedom 08 in a sculpture.



And the always adorable Rue Saint-Dominique.



more to come soon.
Dusty arrives Sunday!
woo!

ps. Back to NYC next Friday for 4 days.
Let's hang!

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Oh la la

I want to say a million things about this, but instead... observe:



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Round Three

I can't really believe I'm back here for another month...
I'm very excited! My brother is coming towards the end of my trip, and I can't wait to show him around.

Sunday I shot for a short film starring Audrey Tautou called Coco Avant Chanel.
We were the models for her first collection (aka the end of the movie).

my outfits



more vintage!



tine and i



rue mozart



oh la la... vraiment?!
a poem about throwing away your gum on the metro!



no!!!



chocolate santas!!! yes!!!



chanel at printemps



les nouveaux photos









tuesday morning



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2 Days in Paris

While I was in Paris, I actually saw posters for this movie and idiotically brushed it off. Julie Delpy, of Before Sunrise/ Before Sunset, wrote, starred, and scored this movie which is about a mid-30s couple spending two days in Paris after bad holiday in Italy and before returning to New York. She plays Marion an impulsive Parisian born photographer and Adam Goldberg is her boyfriend of 2 years, a neurotic hypochondriac interior designer from New York. This is such a telling story of the two cultures, and what I appreciate most is Delpy's understanding of her own culture. Sometimes the hardest place to look within is yourself. There are many other reasons why I loved this film... so go watch it and let's talk about it!



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i love shopping!

but what girl doesn't?

My friend Megan (dancefloormemoirs.blogspot.com) just sent me the link to Locher's. It's a French company that makes cute but sassy Ts and sweet jewelry, like this one called Dear Mr. Postman (complete with a mini Playgirl inside):



or the Will Fuck For Shoes brooch




One thing I'd like to point out, however, is under the About section you can read the Ideology behind the collection. This is one thing is beginning to seem more and more French to me. Everything has a concept, un raison d'etre. I understand an artist or a collection wanting to better explain their collection, but everything here seems to be this way. I've seen flyers for parties with concepts.

I was also told that restaurants in Paris used to write their menus as stories. I am quite glad this is much less common nowadays so I have a better shot at ordering.

Locher's:
http://www.lochers.com

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a problem i never expected to have in another country

Leaky pipes.

The problem was discovered when a very angry, very old man came upstairs Monday griping something about "l'eau" "tombe-ing" in his "chambre." Okay, three words I can understand- water, falling, bedroom. What the angry old man doesn't understand is that I "parle un petit peu," while he continued somewhat mildly ranting. Mind you, he is of the age where he asked me three times what floor this was (troisieme) when he only had to walk up one flight of stairs, and there is a very large 3 on the lift. Anyway, I told the agency, but nothing changed yesterday except now we have 3 new girls (and 1 shower and 1 water closet).

Today at 930 I woke up to the sound of 5 girls running around an apartment, some already in heels, yelling. Then 10 minutes later I hear banging on the doors, and a girl saying "Don't open it! Call the agency!" I walk out, I open the door, and there is my friend, Mr. Happy Pants, my neighbor downstairs.

The convo went somewhat like this:

Mr. Happy Pants: L'EAU! L'EAU! MA CHAMBRE! SOMETHINGSOMETHING TOMBE! SOMETHING SOMETHING ARRETEZ!
Me: Desole! Desole. Je ne sais pas! Je parle un petite peu!
M. HP: L'EAU EN CHAMBRE! followed by lots of words I don't understand but I imagine it was "Bitch! Why didn't you fix this? I told you on Monday. Stop the water! It is falling in my room!"
Me: Je ne sais pas! Je ne sais pas! Je suis telephoner mon agence! Je parle un petit peu!
M. HP: ARRETEZ! ARRETEZ! L'EAU! SOMETHING SOMETHING THE POLICE!"

And he ran downstairs.

Then I got my manager's number and went downstairs to give it to him. On the sheet I wrote, which I thought was clever and quite clear, "Telephonez. Je ne parle pas. Il est mon manager." I repeated to him what I wrote on the sheet. "Telephonez le number." Again he started screaming at yours truly, and finally the super came downstairs. Until this moment, I had no idea who she was. Apparently "super" is a word I need to learn today. She calmly strolled in, checked out his room, and from a distance I heard "Ohh la la. Ohh la la." I think the water was really bad. I'm sure quite a few of the girls showered this morning, used the toilet, used the sink, etc.

She politely called my manager who wasn't answering unfortunately. Then a few minutes later she came up to turn off the water. Si, elle ne parle pas anglais, and she said a bunch of other stuff to me I didn't understand. I did get though that she was very sorry, that the guy was very old (and maybe alone), that sometimes we slam the door? (my guess), and that she was the "director" of the apartment. Whatever. She's rad and at least very nice. And I survived my first problem d'apartment en francais.

To be continued...

redbull, horny cats, and flatland bmx

red bull's finally legal in france!



we love the locals





chillin on the balcony watching the sunset drinking some vino



getting a trim



jessie, samia, and jenny



ewa (pronounced "eh-va")



remnants of war



this is rafa.
he introduced us to hetfeeld's.



tricks sur le quai



raph sandwich



his cat has a thing for vans



welcome back champagne



dirty raph



hell yeah! tex in the city



friday night out





so glad she's back!



for the portfolio



saturday we went to the bike shop, k-124 house, for clarissa's first lesson

scuffing



bunny hopping



alain



PIMP MY UNICYCLE



sunday brunch at the moose

surprise concerts



games of mash and drawing



the final product



some videos from the shop

alain



see why i call them ballerinas on bikes?



clarissa and raph



oh and the site for the shop is this: http://www.k-124house.fr

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