bonjour dear friends! it’s my last day in paris although i fought and lamented the bitter cold, eventually i fell under the spell of the snow that dusted the city.
i spent the day visiting my favorite museum, musee carnavalet which is just down the street from the apartment. it draws me in every single time i’m in town.
it’s one of those places that’s pure soul food, full of inspiration. i must have shot 600 pics!
but what stood out in the edits today were not the interiors (i’ll share them tomorrow) but instead, the snowy shots. it seems to be a rare and disarming occurrence according to taxi drivers, locals, weather reports and airports.
and once i got into it, saw that it did cast a magical spell on just about everyone and everything.
looking through the paintings it’s obvious that a little snowfall never stopped this city from celebrating grandeur even on the bleakest and most overcast and snowy days.
painters were inspired to capture the elements and capture the moments of silent, white winter streets
i march through the city slush and sometimes take for granted what it took to build and protect it
before photography the painters were the historians, giving us a glimpse into a difficult but marvelous time
somehow without heat, running water and electricity the women were still able to look chic
and even bundled up were the essence of sophistication
i honestly don’t know how they did it, i couldn’t have made it without my uggs
i guess that’s why paris has always been the benchmark for elegance despite the weather
now it’s all about the right gear; duck boots, down jackets, hoodies and hand warmers
but the eternal beauty of the city will never fade and that’s the magic of paris i guess! well, see you on the other side, sweet dreams and stay warm!
good morning guys! how’s life in your world? i hope all is well and fall is in full swing with all the crisp freshness it brings. it feels like forever since i’ve had a chance to sit down in front of the computer for pleasure not performance. i got a chance to catch the sun rise and it feels like a brand new world was born this morning.
it’s been deadlines and boxes and utter mayhem in my apartment for about a month but as of this morning, everything is different. boxes are unpacked, orders shipped, and what’s here is organized and ready to be shot for tomorrow’s shoot.
although my shipment from paris with the big stuff didn’t make it and some boxes are MIA, we’re pushing ahead with what is here instead of worrying about what’s not.
the best part is really getting a chance to study the petit objets a little at a time. they’re scattered around my desk, each one a story in itself.
i threw everything up on the wall that could hang just to get it off tabletops but it has turned into a fun display wall even if it is all cockeyed. there are things i hadn’t noticed before and that’s my little guilty pleasure. wondering who was who, what she fought for or believed in. maybe this grand dame was a suffragette?
well it’s about time to head out for a very early morning rendezvous.
there’s still lots of prep to be done and i can play with my do dads tomorrow.
there always seems to be some old-new thing that turns up and it’s easy to get lost in a book or a letter. this little calling card was used as bookmark.
madame’s little revisions reveal so much from her move to paris to her meticulousness. i have business cards on my to do list but think i’ll skip those today and just practice my penmanship instead. how did they get those P’s in paris so perfect? well have a great day, more soon!