Outside the Jardin des Plantes, re: the menagerie –
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.