New discoveries from my new fave bookstore, Les Traversées. Elena Ferrante continues to devour my life… this time with the occasional aid of a French dictionary.
Anybody missing a leg? / Anybody need a knife? …Nobody?
11th Arrondissement – where the hipsters & the jokers can find flea markets and gluten free baguettes, but evidently not Laura Palmer.
One of the main differences between a late-night wander in New York vs Paris: in New York, you turn a corner and encounter a giant rat wolfing down the other half of somebody’s forlorn hamburger. In Paris, you turn a corner and encounter the Panthéon.
The question, of course, is: CAN Yayoi Kusama be any more fabulous? And the answer is: yes, her fabulousness seems only to accelerate, unimpeded.
Letter to Man Ray from Kiki de Montparnasse, 1922
Just write the poor girl back, Man.
Perhaps to be used as the overarching title for the existential treatise known as This Panda Is Sad…?
(Neither of us are morning people…)