When it’s hot hot hot in Paris like it is these days, it’s best to find reprieve underground to get where you need to go. On the Métro, I once saw a man who looked so much like a Buddha statue that I almost reached out and yanked on his long earlobe. Another time, I was able to practice compassion with the Smelliest Man On Earth who sat next to me. And another time, when with my nieces, we went to the front of the Line 1 car, where there is no driver. Turns out, the car is full of kiddies playing Engineer, so everyone makes way to accommodate the dreams of les enfants.
Most of the time, once must don the look of indifference lest the pickpockets think you’re a tourist. It’s a look of both fatigue and boredom. Of course, the Métro offers the opposite so looking indifferent is a challenge, especially when you’re yanking on a stranger’s earlobe.
These three fine prints are finally up in the shop. And so commenceth the Year of Curating the Paris Photos. Three down, 30,000 to go. OMD… Oh Mon Dieu. Look at how pretty they are in le salon.
Available in three sizes: Small, Medium and Large, because simplicity is a nice thing.