I'm Here!
When I first stepped out of the Metro at St. Michel this evening, it was the first time it occurred to me that I'm in Paris! Whatever gave me such a bizzare idea! Maybe it was that perfect combination of cool air and the heavy sky and touchable clouds with the setting sun just spilling out of them onto ile de la cite; just like when I first fell in love with the city last year. Only this time, I can really own this place.
Or maybe I was just giddy because I'd been having such a great day...
Nahoko Spiess
I went to Mark's friend Nahoko's house for lunch today. She has a beautiful 4-year-old son whose name is Ocean. He drew me a blue train, cute huh! Nahoko is super cool and funny, no wonder she comes highly recommended by Mark. We have a lot in common--like eating rockets (arugula in america and france, rucola in italie, I don't know why the english call it rocket) and grapefruit/green tea sorbet (1 flavor)!!! well not that I'd ever had grapefruit/green tea, but it's something I'd be into and it's really heaven! and her cups are humpty-dumpty with a point at the bottom! so funny! and all her furnishing has a lot of flavor.
We had a great chat about how she moved here, and she gave me a lot of useful information, just for the logistics of living/working here.
After lunch, we did a photoshoot!
Mark wrote an article about her in American Photo, and needed a portrait, and the ONLY photos she had of herself were from her wedding (in gown) and pregnancy (in own skin), and she wasn't going to use either of those, so I shot the 3rd bunch of photos of her life! amazing! I genuinely thought she was a fun subject to shoot, but she still thinks I was just being nice.
When I first stepped out of the Metro at St. Michel this evening, it was the first time it occurred to me that I'm in Paris! Whatever gave me such a bizzare idea! Maybe it was that perfect combination of cool air and the heavy sky and touchable clouds with the setting sun just spilling out of them onto ile de la cite; just like when I first fell in love with the city last year. Only this time, I can really own this place.
Or maybe I was just giddy because I'd been having such a great day...
Nahoko Spiess
I went to Mark's friend Nahoko's house for lunch today. She has a beautiful 4-year-old son whose name is Ocean. He drew me a blue train, cute huh! Nahoko is super cool and funny, no wonder she comes highly recommended by Mark. We have a lot in common--like eating rockets (arugula in america and france, rucola in italie, I don't know why the english call it rocket) and grapefruit/green tea sorbet (1 flavor)!!! well not that I'd ever had grapefruit/green tea, but it's something I'd be into and it's really heaven! and her cups are humpty-dumpty with a point at the bottom! so funny! and all her furnishing has a lot of flavor.
We had a great chat about how she moved here, and she gave me a lot of useful information, just for the logistics of living/working here.
After lunch, we did a photoshoot!
Mark wrote an article about her in American Photo, and needed a portrait, and the ONLY photos she had of herself were from her wedding (in gown) and pregnancy (in own skin), and she wasn't going to use either of those, so I shot the 3rd bunch of photos of her life! amazing! I genuinely thought she was a fun subject to shoot, but she still thinks I was just being nice.
After Nahoko's, I went back to the city, which was when I realized where in the world I was.
All in the Tights
I walked from St. Michel to Les Halles in search tights. I felt like I was treading time as I walked past the pole in front of Shakespeare&Co where Michelle and I posed for our romance novel cover photo, and past the cafe where I had the banane/raspberry crepe one morning and Kristoffer had his usual cappucino and croissant, and the tattoo parlor where Meris took me to pierce my nose (which has closed since the S&Mother incident, my nose--the place is still open).
I saw my favorite crepe cart (fav. because fresh and not paper masquerading as food), but it was closed. And so was Les Halles.
I went into the mall anyway, just so I could look at the window of Sock Shop where my tights were (hopefully) housed. These were special tights-- THE cat tights that I so wanted last year but that had run out by the time I decided to spend $20 on a tube to cover my feet. I found Sock Shop easily this time, and screaming for me in the window (on some bimbo manequin leg with it's foot in the air) were my tights!!
If anything is a sign, the tights have to be an uber-sign that Paris and I are meant to be! It's maktoub.
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