The Glamourous Discarded
The other day I passed this bit of detritus on the street.
Champagne and cigarettes. It is Paris, after all.
And Back! (only to leave again soon. . .)
blaaaah - I’ve been such a bad blogger!! After month and months I’m back to begin writing, thinking, rambling on this blog (which i’m sure only my friends and family ever check - it is for them afterall!). Cause for my hiatus? Illness (a lazy vegetarian in Paris = anemia), absence (two lovely - busy - months home in California), and lastly apathy. I’m happily back in Paris now and settling in comfortably - only to leave again in a week! But, the reason for what will be a quick quick (10-day) trip to Cali is the wedding of one of my oldest and dearest friends (also co-conspirator in all my greatest adolescent hi-jinks!), so the brevity and exhaustion will be well worth it.
Well, it’s late Sunday evening, and I’m only taking a short break from hanging with my honey to share with you my most recent inspiration:
Eclectic collections of things - like on old cabinet of curiosities or the cave of the elven scientist in The Neverending Story - full of bugs and glass jars and bird feathers and bones and ashes and wax and planets and maps . . . relics of earth and life and mortality and knowing. I want my flat to be full of them (and books and books). And there’s two stores in the Marais that cater to this particular (non?) aesthetic: one is called mille feuilles (if i remember correctly) and is on rue rambuteau in the 4th. The other - whose window display is in the above picture - is on rue due roi de sicile also in the 4th, though I forget its name. These shops are, sadly, grossly overpriced - so I think one of these days I’ll go up to the flea markets instead, to amass what will surely be a grand collection of bits and bobs.
Note the trench coat reflected in the shop’s mirror - I swear that guy deliberately maneuvered to be in my photo!