now i’m in paris.
hi. from paris.
because i’ve spent a lot of time here it’s sometimes easy to forget just what an amazing city paris is. i went for a drive tonight along the seine by the concorde and the louvre, with the orsay across the river.
it’s such a dark and dramatic and beautiful city. and sorry if i sound like a bourgeoisie priss. paris is beautiful. and quite intimidating in its stoic beauty. just imagine how fucking intimidating it must’ve been in the 18th or 17th century. imagine living in a mud-hovel village and then coming to paris. it would be like being teleported to a completely different planet. paris really is a city of unsurpassed grandeur.
i feel so self-concious writing stuff like that, for while it’s true, it does sound quite pretentious. again, let me rephrase that in a more colloquial vernacular: ‘paris is pretty fuckin rad. all the old buildings kick ass. and the river is, like, major rad.’
i lived in paris in the summer of 1987. with my ex-girlfriend nathalie.
we stayed by les invalides and it was a really beautiful summer. it was very hot and sunny and we’d spend our days walking around and being tourists. we went away to normandy one weekend and to tours (that’s the name of a city in the loire valley) another weekend. it was a lovely summer, too bad i had to ruin it with my pretentious black and white photographs. yes, in 1987 i was a pretentious new-wave francophile. i never had a beret, but pretty close. i even had a striped ‘bretagne’ sweater, and i even used to wear it tied over my shoulders.
oh yes, i was pathetic. but i had a nice summer. i even have the pretentious black and white photos to prove it. i’ll show them to you sometime. if i need a good, humbling slap in the face.
apparently there’s an amazing exhibit of surrealist art at the pompidou, but i have to do interviews all day, so no surrealism for me, exquisite corpse soluble fish purple monkey dishwater.
time to bathe. i think i have fleas. from this really, really sweet 3 month old bulldog puppy. yes, i got to spend the evening having dinner with 2 friends and their 3 month old bulldog puppy. the puppy is the cutest thing on the face of the earth. when it woke up from its nap it cuddled in my lap and hugged me and licked my neck.
if you can think of anything cuter than that, well, be my guest. but i don’t think that there is, in fact, anything cuter than a sleepy 3 month old bulldog puppy curled up in your lap, hugging you, and licking your neck.
moby