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day at the market

so paris has a famous gigantoid flea market north of the city...

while i was hanging out with some parisians the other week though, they told me that because of the economy, nobody is rushing to be there first in the morning, and many of the dealers have pulled their best stock to ride out the recession.

so tiz and i didn't feel so bad arriving around noon...

but first breakfast:

we were waiting on the corner and tiz noticed we were standing next to world famous red-head Tori Amos and said hi [they had met a couple of times many moons ago]

she said "morning love" back in her fake tina turner/madonna accent... which is kind of ok cause she at least lives in london.

i took a picture after we crossed the street... guess which one is her?

to get to the real fleamarket, you have to get past row after row of cheap imports and knockoffs and discount stores... kind of like 6th avenue and 28th street. actually exactly like 6th avenue and 28th street.

my friend alex models for mannequin designers, but i've never seen his work before today:

when i was in paris 2 years ago, we arrived at the crack of dawn, but got annoyed and left the fleamarket after just a few hours of looking at over-curated over-priced stuff... today was no different, a few stores had a couple things i liked, but for the most part, nothing worth the price...

plus it was freezing freezing so we went to a cute german restaurant to warm up. there was a live singer, very fun and a fabo wig:

they write your order on the tableclothe:

I wanted comfort food so I ordered the andouille sausage and french fry platter.

I didn't notice that they had written "giant death tube of smelly stink" on my table cloth, cause after the first bite I gagged and almost threw up in my mouth...

long story short, turns out that andouille sausage in france is tripe sausage.

It smelled so bad i couldn't even eat the fries till i made a little tomb for the sausage, covering it with a napkin, covering the napkin in mustard and covering the whole thing with salt and pepper.

it worked long enough for me to gag down the fries...

poor nate

tiz laughed and laughed and laughed.

i hate her.

museums...

so i went to the louvre for 2 and a half days and finally made it through a chunk of the greek/roman/egyption sections...

some sections were closed as always but it was fun... i went on friday night too which is cool, just for the way the rooms and the views look.

my camera died but i got one pic:

the only other museum i visited more than once was the pompidou... one could argue that it's not the prettiest building around [i think it looks better in pictures than in person] the views from it are pretty amazing, and has become my favourite place from which to view the eiffel tower:

and sacre coeur:

and it frames some great views:

the worlds most expensive toothbrush holder:

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and my fave:

so did i bring back pictures of any great art? not really. i am too self centered for that, so i just took pictures of myself...

self portrait in a brancussi:

what's this guys name? i'm totally spacing on it... i think it starts with a "d".. anyways, he has a big room which is fun..

 

this room was installed in the presidents quarters by some 80s artist... beautiful textiles on every surface and a chrome kinetic sculpture in the middle... and me

 and myself in a martha boto piece from 1965:

random pics...

notre dame is gorgeous:

i'd kill to live in a skinny building like this with window's on all sides...

what about at the top?

 

 

as most of you know i'm not big on eating out [yes even in paris]

i've become quite addicted to the above sandwhich i make...

fresh baguette, prociutto, the yummy amazing half mayonaise/dijon mustard mix they sell here, and some mixed greens and tomatoes with salt and pepper...

i will attempt the same in new yyork, but have to work on the baguette part...

i make homemade baguette's, but it's hard to do in an american, non steam injected, oven...

retouchers in paris have store fronts apparently...

and poor me with just a little office in chelsea :(

i voted for mccain, don't blame me...

cover that trouble-maker up and stay safe...

... the view from the brasserie where we had drinks that first day...

of course i left my note book there with all my deepest personal thought in it...

i had to send tiz to pick it up, and she promised not to read it... she's still speaking to me, so she must not have...

5 years ago i left my journal at Film anthology in new york and when i went to pick it up everybody was reading and laughing at it in the ticket booth...

May i please take this moment to say :"FUCK YOU!!!!!" to all those lazy people making minimum wage with their snobby little jobs in a pretentious theatre...

ok i feel a little better...

... her royal highness arrives

so my bff tiz has arrived, it's great to have company from nyc here...

i get so homesick...

we visited the louvre:

i went for 3 hours that day, and made it through only two thirds of the Egyptian section..

that place is big :)

artsy fartsy

my hood is all about galleries...

taking pictures of galleries is like dancing about architecture, but this place was so cool, i had to take a pic...

it's on my street... soooo pretty at dusk:

saturday night...

...so saturday was my first night in paris without social plans so i decided to wander over to homo-ville on rue de temple and find something fun to do. Hetero gerrett, who it turns out is a great wingman, went with me to raidd bar, which is the worst of the worst of the worst gay bars, but we figured it was a good place to start.

It's basically exactly like splash bar in new york, minus the jersey boys [but with the same proportions of young asians to old white men]

but splash took their working showers out years ago, but not raid bar...

... so the homo's still go, though i think most of them are american...

bars in paris empty at 12:30 when all the gays go dancing...

on the advice of my mr. mark we went to "duplex" cause he said arty boys would be there:

so maybe not arty boys, but much more my scene with better [not shitty house] music...

... we found corner with about 15 english speakers and they took care of us the rest of the night...

these 2 [one american and one australian/russian/mutt] sent us to "cud" which, if i lived her i wouldn't be caught dead in, but since i'm a tourist, had a jolly old time...

nice normal bar upstairs,

dance floor/grotto/social-ville downstairs...

i made a friend...

fu

yes, i know how to spelll in fact i pride myself on good spelling,

but since i blog when i come home typsy from a night on the town... i really don't care...

...show

it was a sunny warm day last week:

so on the advice of miss carrie i went to the lee miller show at the Jeu de Paume @ Place Concorde.  It was pretty cool, i've seen her work up for auction and often wondered at her prices... why was she so expensive?

cause she kicks ass, that's why... she's the only person ever to 1. model 2. photograph 3. write...

FOR THE SAME ISSUE OF VOGUE!

i did 2 out of 3 and i thought "I" was special...

the view from the museum:

xmas-party-night

so... miss julie had a party at her house, every year her and her friend's try to get together for at least one night to exchange gifts and have a good time... julie has a fabulous apartment, which, since she's a graphic designer makes sense. She's in a artist collective that's working on a cgi movie to be finished in march. I'd like to tell you the name of the collective, but it changes every 2 weeks do to poor name picking...

some pics:

our gracious hostess...

turns out that nico has a brother, who knew? and some of the great art in the apartment...

blurry type person

very photogenic apartment...

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side-kicks...

straight[ish] boys in paris are very comfortable with their sexuality...

 

good thing i'm not gay...

it was a gift exchange... i thought i would be the only person to bring a vibrating cock ring as a gift, but apprently i am terribly un-original...

i got a giant stack of chocolates, which have somehow dissapeared from my house...