Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Paris Pix

Hi. I'm still in London. I don't know what to do with my life. but I went to Paris over the New Year and for a bit after. There are lots more pictures on my facebook page, but a lot of my readers (those who haven't abandoned this neglected blog) are probably too shrewd to sign their identities over to the F-Monster.


A guide explaining "The Judgmentless Execution of the Moorish King" (bad translation mine) to schoolchildren.


I think the title of this sculpture was "I have nothing to wear today!"




You can try to capture the early evening moon, but it's never quite right.



at Brasserie Lipp. I appreciated how well-lit so many of the restaurants were. People go out in Paris--much more than in other gloomier, less social, less glamorous places that shall go unnamed but where even the pubs close at 11 as if that's any way to live--to see and be seen, and that peskily romantic dim lighting--used in lands where people don't know romance from their asses and rely on tired old gimmicks from outdated American rom-com's because if they're going to be hopelessly awkward socially and not know how to dress or get their teeth fixed or talk to women, the only chance they have is in impaired visibility--just doesn't work.


St. Chappelle. of course.




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5 comments:

Odious said...

People go out in Paris--much more than in other gloomier, less social, less glamorous places that shall go unnamed but where even the pubs close at 11 as if that's any way to live--to see and be seen....

Indeed. Thence the mirrors on the wall...

Matt Mullenix said...

The Brasserie shot is my all-time favorite. Lovely.

cube said...

I'm glad you're still alive and well.

Steve Bodio said...

Welcome back Larissa!

I think I prefer the "haven't a thing to wear" shot.

genevieve said...

Hello Larissa, just sniffing through my search stats because we had results come through a French Google search for 'writhing'.
So Salut, from an Australian whose blog name also uses the word. There seem to be a few of us now that are not porn sites. Writhing in Apathy is a corker of a name.
(I love your Gatsby quote too.)
Great photos, wish I was there. Sigh.