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Montmartre is already filling up with music and I'm still in the bathroom pretending to get ready. These are from the last time getting ready took me exactly this long. Come see what actually happened instead.
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Montmartre is already filling up with music and I'm still in the bathroom pretending to get ready. These are from the last time getting ready took me exactly this long. Come see what actually happened instead.
Zurbarán opened at the Louvre today and I went straight for the darkest room. These painters knew exactly what one light on bare skin can do. Come stand in it with me?
A new photography exhibition opens at the Bourse de Commerce today and my head refuses to sleep on it. So I'm staying exactly like this until it's worth getting up for. Come hold me here a little longer?
The Japanese photography opening is free today and I still beat the crowd here. All these strangers' camera rolls are making me greedy about mine. Tell me which one stops you.
The café wifi died an hour ago and I've stopped pretending to work. One strap slipped off my shoulder and I'm not fixing it. Come keep me company?
Carnavalet is throwing itself a 160th birthday and the DJ set in the courtyard is still going strong. I slipped into the one gallery nobody's dancing in. Come find me before they lock the doors?
Death Cab closed with the loud one and I'm taking the long way home. This jacket is barely doing its job out here. Still up? Walk with me.
The march finally spilled onto République and the podium's just getting started. I've been celebrating exactly how I wanted all afternoon. Come find me in this crowd?
There's a street photography festival on in the 17th and every amateur in Paris is out hunting strangers with a lens. I decided to be the subject for once — the dress wasn't cooperating anyway. Tell me you'd stop walking.
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A photographer's first museum retrospective opens in the Marais today and of course I found the self-portrait room first. It put me in the mood to go back through my own private series. Come see the shots I only take after dark?
Warhol held me hostage at the Luxembourg until closing and I walked home with my head still full of it. These are what my evening turned into once the door shut behind me. Curious what I did with all that inspiration?