Surprises galore with my new project of sending Valentine Paris Letters for people: Some people want me to send them the Valentine. Other people are having it sent to friends, sisters, and parents. I expected a bunch of mushy mushy romantic people buying it for their lovers, and there
Oh Paris, with all your monochromatics and curly iron works, you’re so easy on the eye. (All these now available in the shop in print and in digital format if you’d prefer to get it developed locally and save on shipping and printing costs.) PS I’m up to 402 items in
I was going to do a post about my latest Numbers Diet but then wanted to a post with pretty autumn photos to mark the beginning of the best month of the year, so I’ll do both, especially since my Numbers Diet didn’t have pretty photos. Keep in mind that none of these photo
This is one of my favourite photos of my Paris photo collection. I took it from the bar where I sat with my friend who I would meet for coffee on occasion. He was a nomadic blogger, which meant he zigzagged around Europe. Whenever he was in Paris, we met at this café in the Marais for
Light blue does put one in a melancholic mood. These blue chairs are just begging for poetry to be written in them. How many firemen does it take to hang a photo? None, apparently. Just takes one army guy. The people below have no clue that a fire-breathing dragon lurks above. This si
So remember the last post when I said I was going to list 500 things on my shop by December 1st? Yeh. That major declaration to you, dear invisible populous, led me through all manner of emotions this week. Here’s the roller coaster: 1. Enthusiasm It was like it was January 2nd.
The Curating Year continues. I became obsessed with taking photos of two fine gentlemen who did their daily shopping up and down rue Mouffetard. I think it’s a dad-son situation. I first wrote about them when I spotted the on carrying a shopping bag that said “I am popular
This morning I saw a BEAVER in the river behind my house. I know you think that because I’m Canadian I see this kind of thing all the time. Not so. First time. Christophe was both floored and disappointing. He imagined I was some kind of Pocahontas, well-versed in all woodland c