September 20, 2013
Quick announcement: I’m excited to tell you that I’ll be back in Paris for a week starting this Sunday! I’m in town for photo assignments, shooting at some of my favorite restaurants and bars in the city. My schedule is already packed, but I’d love to meet up with my lovely expat community during shoots, since I’ll be hanging around eating, drinking, and waiting for the light to change while taking photos. Don’t be shy — if you’d like to meet up, please send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org, or leave a comment below, and I’ll send you my shooting schedule! For more updates visit mysunrise .
July 6, 2013
This post is difficult to write. I’ve been putting it off for a long time, mostly because I’m in denial about leaving Paris in the first place.
Yes, I’m leaving. I’m going back to LA because… well, various reasons. My long-stay visa is up, my job wants me back, I have an apartment waiting for me, etc. etc. etc.
Right now it all feels like meaningless excuses. It’s so hard to leave, especially in summer with the long days and blue skies and flowers and the strawberries and cherries and tomatoes at the markets. It doesn’t help that I’ve been staying at the most charming AirBnb apartment I could ever imagine, a tiny chambre de bonne with an Eiffel Tower view. I am truly tempted to say, “screw responsibility, screw being an adult, I’m going to live the broke bohemian life here.”
But that’s not me. I’ve always been the safe one, who makes sure that the edges are all straight and aligned before sewing them together. And let’s face it, I couldn’t go to nearly as many good restaurants if I was living the boho life.
July 2, 2013
I have yet to utter the words, “summer is here!” I’m afraid I might jinx it. But there was a barbecue last weekend, and rain did not come to put out the fire — that’s got to be proof, right?
There are a few things that are different at French barbecues. The sausages they grill are thinner, and they go in pieces of chewy baguette, not the soft buns I’m used to. The grills are adorably tiny. And they can’t be held in the city, so you must find friends with homes in the suburbs. Preferably with gardens.