These are color coded Hermès windows of purple, green, and pink are trying to look spring like. Not so much for me but hey, that green alligator bag costs what my salary is for a year, it must work.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Been spending most my life…
living in a fashionista's paradise. Haute couture shows were the week following when I took these pictures. All of the windows were in the middle of being changed. I particularly liked the nakedness of the Lavin windows under construction, which kind of defeats the purpose, but anything placed in that white space would be beautiful. I never went to see what it looked finished.
These are color coded Hermès windows of purple, green, and pink are trying to look spring like. Not so much for me but hey, that green alligator bag costs what my salary is for a year, it must work.
These are color coded Hermès windows of purple, green, and pink are trying to look spring like. Not so much for me but hey, that green alligator bag costs what my salary is for a year, it must work.
Crooked Mile...
Strolling through Paris, you can still see buildings that survived partially unscathed from Haussman's grand renovations, and Boulevard schemes. All of the building that Americans find endearing and beautiful are really just from the turn on the 20th century. Haussman's reconstruction did a great job by allowing light onto streets, into buildings and quick access throughout the city, but at the same time it kind of incredible if you think of the history that has been eliminated to allow this flow (but without it Paris would be a warren of even more incomprehensible streets and directions). I personally like things a bit older and crustier and strange shaped. I bet these buildings are dreadful to live in but I like their fairytale nature. The crooked house that the crooked man lived in, old woman in the shoe, all apt descriptions of what these interiors probably look like.
The green and yellow buildings in the photo directly above are tiny, with mini windows, that have completely been built around. Above that is a medieval house which houses a student dormitory or something of that sort. It is completely crooked, walls slanting at slightly acute angles.
it has been 12 days…
since my last confession. Forgive me readers for I have been working.
And running like a dog,
chained to the bumper of a car,
on an endless highway,
that crosses desert,
which transverses the globe,
in the seventh circle of hell.
Work has been insane. Like really insane, not just funny oh there is a lot of things to do work but more like oh dear lord, holy crap where are these people coming from, when will it stop, make it stop, really, that looked nothing like that when you picked it up, oh the floor, sure, that is a good place to search for your things and go ahead and leave that 400 euro sweater there on the ground, no one minds and I am sure someone will still want to buy it, you want a price adjustment for items you bought but "forgot" you had an invitation to a private sale, that item is not on sale, sure call me that, no problems, ok, you'd like a discount, and you work for the company and the store closed half an hour ago, and you want to know what looks cool?
How about you just walk away, quickly, and I will happily forget about you even being here.
Even while I fold the pile of 15 shirts and six pairs of jeans that you had to try on to buy a tee shirt instead. Right. . .
Are you sure you don't want to try it on?
And running like a dog,
chained to the bumper of a car,
on an endless highway,
that crosses desert,
which transverses the globe,
in the seventh circle of hell.
Work has been insane. Like really insane, not just funny oh there is a lot of things to do work but more like oh dear lord, holy crap where are these people coming from, when will it stop, make it stop, really, that looked nothing like that when you picked it up, oh the floor, sure, that is a good place to search for your things and go ahead and leave that 400 euro sweater there on the ground, no one minds and I am sure someone will still want to buy it, you want a price adjustment for items you bought but "forgot" you had an invitation to a private sale, that item is not on sale, sure call me that, no problems, ok, you'd like a discount, and you work for the company and the store closed half an hour ago, and you want to know what looks cool?
How about you just walk away, quickly, and I will happily forget about you even being here.
Even while I fold the pile of 15 shirts and six pairs of jeans that you had to try on to buy a tee shirt instead. Right. . .
Are you sure you don't want to try it on?
to the internets
I am going to attempt actually cooking something at this anti kitchen of mine . I can't find ready made chicken stock so i found some organic bullion, but the directions say just add water. How much should i add?I know there are teeth gnashing at the idea of me not actually making chicken stock, but here is the problem. I have no oven to bake/roast a chicken in. Hence the lack of bones.
Any ideas?
Sunday, January 16, 2011
The l o n g e s t dinner in the world.
Last night I had planned to meet up with Bri and Aud for dinner after they had finished in their yoga class in nearby Beijing (they told me to take the metro to a place that I had never been before) which turned out to be the cute part just on the hill below the Sacre Cour. All places here sound like they could be near Beijing as I know where that is better so everywhere feels farther away than it really is. When getting off at this stop there was a charming sign that warned, you can take the stairs but be careful, there are a lot of them.
I climbed them and I ascended again all the way up the hill to meet with them I received a call telling me that I was completely in the wrong place, which to me was kind of funny. I had to just turned around and walked down the hill, stairs and road.
They were there at the bottom with Fad and Mo and then to dinner we went, trying a cute place just around the corner but after deciding they didn't want to eat pasta because it would ruin the two hours of ab work they had done at yoga (Mo is the prof.) Vietnamese was decided. Mo knows a great place called “fall fall” (the translation into English) which upon arrival we had to wait 15 minutes to sit. It is a tiny yellow hole in the wall kind of place which was decorated with the kind of Vietnamese trinks you'd find at a tourists' garage tag sales. The waitress a nice Vietnamese lady who had about 20 tables to serve clean and sit herself, with folks constantly coming in. Seeing this made me think that it had to be a great place, and the food would be mind blowing…which I now think was a guise. We waited 10 minutes to get our menus, another ten to place our order, 5 minutes for our drinks (non alcoholic or mixing needing) which included a bottle of Sanpelligrino, Coke Light, 2 green teas and a carafe of water. Then the wait began. 45 minutes until our appetizers and an hour till our main course. Our dishes were great, really delicious, but this perception I think was partially aided by our near starvation. We sat at 9:15 and left at midnight. It was amazing to see how the place ran. Apparently it is owned by an 80 year old Vietnamese lady (who is the chef) and speaks a little french, her assistant who is Korean and doesn't speak Vietnamese or French and waited by this other Vietnamese woman. Together they are the dream team because they run this restaurant, and not into the ground. People are waiting outside the entire time.
I sadly have to say I didn't even describe the half of it. I didn't tell you about the french revolutionary, Fads outburst and Mo's working experience. Oh, yeah, and we all had noodles; so much for no pasta and I got home at 1:30.
I climbed them and I ascended again all the way up the hill to meet with them I received a call telling me that I was completely in the wrong place, which to me was kind of funny. I had to just turned around and walked down the hill, stairs and road.
They were there at the bottom with Fad and Mo and then to dinner we went, trying a cute place just around the corner but after deciding they didn't want to eat pasta because it would ruin the two hours of ab work they had done at yoga (Mo is the prof.) Vietnamese was decided. Mo knows a great place called “fall fall” (the translation into English) which upon arrival we had to wait 15 minutes to sit. It is a tiny yellow hole in the wall kind of place which was decorated with the kind of Vietnamese trinks you'd find at a tourists' garage tag sales. The waitress a nice Vietnamese lady who had about 20 tables to serve clean and sit herself, with folks constantly coming in. Seeing this made me think that it had to be a great place, and the food would be mind blowing…which I now think was a guise. We waited 10 minutes to get our menus, another ten to place our order, 5 minutes for our drinks (non alcoholic or mixing needing) which included a bottle of Sanpelligrino, Coke Light, 2 green teas and a carafe of water. Then the wait began. 45 minutes until our appetizers and an hour till our main course. Our dishes were great, really delicious, but this perception I think was partially aided by our near starvation. We sat at 9:15 and left at midnight. It was amazing to see how the place ran. Apparently it is owned by an 80 year old Vietnamese lady (who is the chef) and speaks a little french, her assistant who is Korean and doesn't speak Vietnamese or French and waited by this other Vietnamese woman. Together they are the dream team because they run this restaurant, and not into the ground. People are waiting outside the entire time.
I sadly have to say I didn't even describe the half of it. I didn't tell you about the french revolutionary, Fads outburst and Mo's working experience. Oh, yeah, and we all had noodles; so much for no pasta and I got home at 1:30.
Friday, January 14, 2011
This Old House description
These images below are all taken within two blocks of each other in the Marais 4éme near Rue du Sévigne and the Musee Carnavalet. The grey Citroen is wonderful, and there is a little store which the owner stepped out and said hi of. He was really nice, and just smiled a lot while I fumbled and only ended up blabbering your truck is so cool over and over and over. The corner with the little curved over corner on the rue Paves is awesome. I also love the graffiti, can you see it? It is by a graffiti artist who goes by the name of Invader, who has a whole website and stuff. I would love to see this guy in action as his theme isn't violent and are quite charming, or at least I think so.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
le deluge deux: the recession
Here are a couple more pictures in comparison so you can see where the water was as opposed to where it is quite normally. I must say I haven't been running around too much this past week or so as Paris has again been closed and its winter. I don't run around too much in the winter anyway, its nesting season.
With that being said, I need an ottoman, and its high time to find one. Any ideas folks? I am going to go to the Puces de St Antoine this weekend and have a looksee.
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| If you look where that trash bin/bag green thing is you can see how high the water got. |
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| See the water line? It had been a foot below those rings embedded in the walls. |
With that being said, I need an ottoman, and its high time to find one. Any ideas folks? I am going to go to the Puces de St Antoine this weekend and have a looksee.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
bon reveillon
It was kind of cool to hear the partying being had in Paris. There were all kinds of different fetes happening here. I went and tried to have a look at the Eiffel Tower and fireworks but last night was quite cloudy so if there were any fireworks I could not see them.
I tried taking a picture of the part of the Eiffel Tower but unfortunately my poor little camera could not capture the glittering and sparkles that it was crowned in clouds. All of the bells of Paris were ringing, sirens were going off, music was playing from windows. There was a crowd of girls standing next to me jumping up and down in a huddle which was cute. The air was clear (below the clouds) and all seems to be well. 2010 was an amazing year, what is Eleven going to look like. Here we come tweens!
I tried taking a picture of the part of the Eiffel Tower but unfortunately my poor little camera could not capture the glittering and sparkles that it was crowned in clouds. All of the bells of Paris were ringing, sirens were going off, music was playing from windows. There was a crowd of girls standing next to me jumping up and down in a huddle which was cute. The air was clear (below the clouds) and all seems to be well. 2010 was an amazing year, what is Eleven going to look like. Here we come tweens!
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