Hi. I’m still in London. I don’t know what to do with my life. but I went to Paris over the New Year and for a bit after. There are lots more pictures on my facebook page, but a lot of my readers (those who haven’t abandoned this neglected blog) are probably too shrewd to sign their identities over to the F-Monster.
You can try to capture the early evening moon, but it’s never quite right.
at Brasserie Lipp. I appreciated how well-lit so many of the restaurants were. People go out in Paris–much more than in other gloomier, less social, less glamorous places that shall go unnamed but where even the pubs close at 11 as if that’s any way to live–to see and be seen, and that peskily romantic dim lighting–used in lands where people don’t know romance from their asses and rely on tired old gimmicks from outdated American rom-com’s because if they’re going to be hopelessly awkward socially and not know how to dress or get their teeth fixed or talk to women, the only chance they have is in impaired visibility–just doesn’t work.