Paris Je T’Aime (Day 2)

Christ, who’d would post a gallery about the second portion of their trip a month after their trip ended?! What is wrong with that person?

*Cough.*

I’ve been busy okay. And being without proper wifi much of the time doesn’t help a stitch.

Since I’ve gotten back I’ve hit the ground running at 96 Spring St., the Google experiential pop-up shop that I was conscripted to work before my trip. Between my two jobs, plus freelance work, I’ve been slammed for time. Juggling everything is actually beginning to be a problem, so I’m thinking I’ll drop something in exchange for, ya know, my life.

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Paris Je T’aime (Day 1 Pictures)

As promised (though rather delayed) here are some photos from our first day in beautiful, charming Paris.

One thing I forgot to take a picture of was our Airbnb host Maryline’s neighborhood in the Batignolles. Seriously the most adorable neighborhood ever. An outdoor grocery market lines the roads nearby, and the whole place smells like rotisserie chicken and oranges. Read More

Buly 1803

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/07/10/fashion/perfume-buly-1803-paris.html

Buly 1803 opened as a cosmetic and fragrance store on Rue Saint-Honoré in Paris. Founded by Jean-Vincent Bully, who had a reputation for welcoming scientific breakthroughs into his cosmetic developing methods, in contrast to many of the old-school perfumers who treated perfumery as artistry and preserved and kept secret old traditions in favor of the new. He invented new methods and new formulas for his products, and was well-regarded as a distiller, perfumer, and cosmetician.

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Ineke A-H: Field Notes From Paris

Piano as an accompaniment to string today! I think I first heard this song when I was 16, though I don’t quite remember why. I try not to question discoveries of beauty.

Norihiro Tsuro’s Last Carnival, from the Acoustic Cafe album

Field Notes From Paris

Wet: lavender, coriander, citrus, leather, wood
Dry: coriander, lavender, tobacco flower, patchouli, cedar, tonka bean, lime, maybe a little rosemary

This is my new sexy scent, directly in competition with all of the jasmine I adore. It’s incredibly delightful: deep, dark, and warm, as well as complex. It moves in a swirl like a gust of warm wind, something absolutely welcome in this frigid cold. Strangely, it’s the herbs, the coriander and the bit of rosemary I get that reminds me most of the coffee implied in the description, though the tobacco comes through and keeps the fragrance warm. I love that its sweetness is wholly tempered, and it gives it depth and dimension that I don’t normally come across. It reminds me of bedroom eyes on an attractive person, or simply a person you’re in love with, as love automatically makes them beautiful.

I wear this personally, and I think this is a scent that benefits from a little dancing and sweat, but it’s a beautiful scent and I can see it on a guy who isn’t afraid to wear purple, and is trained in some art or another, which he pursues with passion.

Charlie Hebdo

Created by Lucille Clerc.

Perhaps I’m just a coward, but I don’t feel right expressing ideology right now. I don’t want to impress onto anyone that I am comfortable in ignorance, that I take comfort in “The truth resists simplicity” just as Mr. Green of the vlogbrothers doesn’t take comfort in his own phrase, highly repeated when tragedies of worldwide significance go on, but I’m also a wholly ignorant person. I don’t have any inside knowledge, and the barest of outside knowledge. I am no soldier, no scholar, no great influencer. I know to be a successful believer and supporter of anything ,I must focus, but that focus creates guilt. I am a mighty defender of the pen, but I am also hurt at what some of those pens spill. I am no supporter of violence, but I’m not blind to the power of it. I talk at times like I am not affected by the thoughts of others, but I am as subject to the feelings of others as anyone else.

I will say that there is no room for base ignorance when the internet is such a vast place. Beware of the words you use, and make sure you know what they mean. Being careless is useless at best, and harmful otherwise. The brilliance behind the covers of magazines is that they are not stupid mockery.

And so I leave this rather paragraph here. Je ne suis pas Charlie, but I will always admire strength beyond my own.

*List taken from Telegraph:

• Charb – (real name Stephane Charbonnier) 47, an artist and publisher of Charlie Hebdo

• Cabu – (real name Jean Cabut) 76, the lead cartoonist for Charlie Hebdo

• Georges Wolinski – 80, an artist who had been drawing cartoons since the 1960s

• Tignous – (real name Bernard Verlhac) 57, a member of Cartoonists for Peace

• Bernard Maris – (known as “Uncle Bernard”) 68, an economist and columnist for the magazine

• Honoré – (real name Philippe Honoré) 73, the artist who drew the last cartoon tweeted by the weekly publication

• Michel Renaud – a former journalist who was visiting the Charlie Hebdo offices

• Mustapha Ourrad – a copy-editor for Charlie Hebdo

• Elsa Cayat – a columnist and analyst for Charlie Hebdo

• Frederic Boisseau – a building maintenance worker

• Franck Brinsolaro – 49, a policeman appointed to head security for Charb

• Ahmed Merabet – 42, a police officer and member of the 11th arrondissement brigade