bonjour everybody, it’s been a while but i’m finally back in the groove. i hope your december is in full swing!
(my dad worked with them for his entire career so it’s full circle in our family and extra fun to have been asked)!
We used our app, Keys to the Fleas to create this interactive map where you can get info on the flea markets throughout Paris including which metro to use, hours and the specialty of each.
i have to admit putting it together gave me total wanderlust for the markets. thank god it’s winter or i’d be tempted to take a quick trip for holiday gifts.
it’s one place that’s fascinating enough to go to again and again.
not sure why it’s got such an alluring power…maybe cause it’s never the same twice, or that you’re sure to find something you’ll cherish forever. it’s definitely an archaeological and anthropological exploration that’s a mix of high-highs and low-lows.
half the fun is the people who make it happen every week rain, shine, sun or snow.
lots of people think it’s just old junk but once you get past the high or low end display you can find something special at every single booth, especially in unpacked boxes if you’re into snooping like i am
small stuff has become more my focus after importing a container full of armoires, beds and mirrors needing repair upon arrival…
now sometimes a button or pillbox is enough
and a love letter can certainly do the trick…
lately the markets have been kind of a study of the renovation of paris. they’re tearing out the old doors, chandeliers, mantles and panels and this is where they end up. at least we can have them if no one else wants them!
i’ve always had a bit of a chair fetish and this is the place to indulge in it~
hot pink velvet or stripped down all the way they’re just full of personality
the deconstructed look is my personal favorite although not the most comfy. but the techniques they used to do on the inside is a lost art…
we use foam and dacron now instead of hay and horsehair. guess that’s not a bad upgrade but i still love look of the old stuff
and the patina of a well turned arm on a chaise or sofa, well, don’t get me started
mostly i’m attracted to the small boudoir chairs that once held the ladies at their vanities who started trends from inspiring dramatic furniture, showing ankles, drinking in public to voting. here’s to the showgirls, flappers, ingenues, actresses and suffragettes!
anyway it was a long time since i’d gone thru my photos. kinda like seeing old friends. they told me at mac i was a media hoarder cause i have 30k photos. but it’s ok it’s only ether. and the markets will always be an infinite source of inspiration whether in pics or in person
anyway…in celebration of the season we’re giving away two Paris Flea Market Style books that can ship out next week. if you’re interested just say so! and now, to all a great night~
allo all! it’s very late and my last post from paris this time around. it’s been a fantastic trip with lots of great memories and pretty things coming home. but for the first time, it’s a little different for me. as you know i adore the flea markets and all the stories they tell. lately though, i feel a little bittersweetness about it because the subtle ‘progressive’ changes in the city are becoming more apparent and i’m not sure they’re for the best.
ok maybe at times paris can be a bit of a gilded lily, and i can understand wanting to mix the old with the new. but paris is the worlds’ muse and we come for her beauty and inspiration.
le train-bleu, in paris’ gare de lyon
and as someone who loves interior and exterior architecture, i can’t for the life of me figure out why the french allow their beautiful city to be ravaged by renovators.
the changes are everywhere, from the windows coming down and satellite dishes going up
to small details like the books being pilfered for engraving and endpapers sold as scraps
glass fronts on traditional boulangeries and boucheries are tossed aside and the storefronts are cemented over
handpainted panels are removed and separated from the grand walls they once adorned
and apparently stained glass is considered passé
why someone would want to dismantle a marble fireplace and mirror is beyond me
and why would the city allow such destruction?
i mean, i’m not complaining, it gets circulated all over the world i suppose
but it just seems that in this day and age we should preserve what we have and take care of it as stewards
these apartments will be here long after us and what will be left?
where is the love?
and why is it being replaced with ‘sanitization’of the city’ as the french are calling it?
ok maybe i am complaining just a little. it’s happening throughout the city. these beautiful old tile frames in the metro are all coming down
and the old bouquinistes kisoks are being replaced with one of the prototypes below
maybe like joni mitchell sings, paris, is old and cold and settled in its ways. but isn’t that why we love her so? if the powers that be want to make changes, i humbly suggest adding a few more escalators in the metros, make it easier to catch a cab and run a design contest for a pretty something to cover the hanging clear plastic garbage bags on the streets. of course outlawing satellite dishes and making it a crime to dismantle apartments and store facades over 100 years old wouldn’t hurt either! but some say it’s progress. i say it’s heartbreaking. what do you think?