Posts from the ‘paris’ Category
My friend got married the day before I took these photos. To a man she met when she was 11 and he was 16, a nice man whom she didn’t realise she loved for the longest time.
The reception was in Poissy on a small island in the Seine and the day after the wedding, the day I took these photos, I left Poissy early and alone on a train to the city.
I had been to Paris eight times before but never alone. Once I went there on my honeymoon and when I saw the Eiffel Tower I cried because I was happy to be there. Another time I went for Christmas with a couple who would soon break up. On five of these occasions I travelled with two men I loved. Only one of them loved me back.
On the day after the weddingÂ I left my luggage at Gare du Nord. I stumbled across a food market in the 10th and bought a buttery soft croissant and then walked to the canal. I saw a white dog. I saw a homeless man sleeping in a garden bed. I had a coffee. I thought about the best and worst things that are happening to me at the moment. I thought about watermelon. I thought about my friend Tarik. I thought about the man who didn’t love me back.
I thought about how we should attribute as much meaning and weight as we want to things. About how everything is something if you look at it right.
Just Ezra Petronio, Marc Jacobs, Wes Anderson and Jarvis Cocker babin’ in Paris.
[Photo byÂ Katja Rahlwes]
A few more from Paris.
Eighteen years ago on a whim, Opera de Garnier prop assistant Â Jean Paucton studied beekeeping at Paris’s Jardin du Luxembourg. He bought a hive and had every intention to take it to his country home, 45 minutes out of the French capital.
But the opera house’s fireman – who had been raising trout in the building’s underground reservoir (the inspiration for the subterranean lake in Phantom of the Opera) – suggested he put the hives on the roof where the bees wouldn’t bother anyone.
Two weeks later, he returned to find the hive full of honey. The bees were thriving. Now he keeps five hives atop Paris’s opera house and sells the honey in the gift shop.
Since, a few fellow Parisian beekeepers have followed suit. Nicolas GÃ©ant set up hives on the roof of the Grand Palais and the terrace of the Louis Vuitton headquarters, and Pastor Pernot atop his church,Â lâ€™Eglise ReformÃ©e de lâ€™Etoile.
Tarik and Joe and Place des Vosges.
Toys being washed in Le Marais, Joe smoking in Etienne Marcel.
Saturday at LeÂ Marche des Enfants Rouges, Sunday at Chez Marianne.
Burgers for brunch with Tarik’s brother at Cafe Charlot.
On the train to Paris from Mathilde‘s parents’ house in the suburbs.
Paris is beautiful even in the rain.
The Return of the Mona Lisa to the Louvre after the war, Paris, 1945.