The Eiffel Tower. Try and take a picture there! Everything has been seen a thousand times, everything is cliché. I was about to put away my camera, aiming one last time, without believing in it too much, a group of Japanese roaming on the first floor, when these two fell behind and offered me this pretty and discreet kiss. It’s not, by far, Le baiser de l’hôtel de ville, by Robert Doisneau, but it’s a kiss nonetheless. Paris, it seems, is always ready for romance.
I lost him; but I found myself.
The best background
Hometown for Christmas
A Lafayette Christmas.
Cafés I have known... La Bascule, Montmartre.
Just type "Thomas Pynchon"
great art the day after charlie hebdo
Plastic sandwich. Feed my soul.