I realize I hadn’t posted pictures of my last trip to paris (besides these photos of taxidermy and these photos from pitchfork paris with bon iver). I didn’t shoot a lot, mainly places and moments that are familiar to me; have meaning for me for how invisible they can seem. These places normally live halfway around the world from me and my life in Los Angeles, but when I’m back in Paris, they feel so familiar and real and timeless that I wonder how I live without them so much of the time.
Images, more or less:
The crumbling stairwell and details and views around the apartment where I have my earliest memories and a place that has not changed in 3o years.
The fantastic blue ish light.
Fantastic real butter.
The Jardins des Plantes where I visit my favorite greenhouse, a lalanne sculpture and is also where I like to walk and people watch.
Palais Royale where my grandmother has the smallest shop in Paris–she sells music boxes and the shop makes a special cameo appearance in this local natives video.
My grandfather.
Walking with my family after a long lunch through the arcade of trees in Palais Royale
A plant-filled window I always loved in place des vosges.
Love.
