The cafeteria on the 9th floor of the Printemps is one of my favorite unpretentious Paris hangs. Not only do they make a mean apple crumble pie (the steak-frites is good too), but it also flaunts some of the most shameless views of the city. It's the kind of place you want to sit down with your grandma to explain why the red soled shoes you tried to make her buy cost more than her little Fiat.
I'm not so much disturbed by the concentration camp trains references, but mostly by Meisel's tendency of late to merely scrape at the surface, never really getting into the crass of things. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure it's warm and cosy up the advertiser's asses but it's sad to see someone I admired so much turn out such trivial and antiseptic work.
Proving that there is a life after a Chanel exclusive, Catharina Geiselhart's first novel is published this October in Germany.One of the photos I took of her in Paris was used as the cover, making this my first official cover art. Available on Amazon of course. Double rainbow for everyone today.
"Learned helplessness, as a technical term in animal psychology and related human psychology,is a condition of a human person or an animal in which it has learned to behave helplessly, even when the opportunity is restored for it to help itself by avoiding an unpleasant or harmful circumstance to which it has been subjected. Learned helplessness theory is the view that clinical depression and related mental illnesses may result from a perceived absence of control over the outcome of a situation."
I really need a better shrink if it's come to the point I'm self-diagnosing on wikipedia
my less than successful (apparently) Parisian foray into the studio was a bittersweet reminder of why I love shooting on location so much. And even though teasing the crap out of that hair made me feel much closer to God and undoubtedly satisfied my astrological compulsion for doing everything myself, I might actually need to find a team to keep this dodgy little caravan going.
I'm ditching fashion week and focusing on the truly important things in life : finding the perfect art deco mirrored console to slap my TV on. Louvres des Antiquaires, you have been warned.