Pont-des-arts, Paris in mist. 2013. Oil on canvas. Small.
Frames change everything, non?
I am sick. I have not been living very healthily the past two weeks. The weather in Paris is finally as it should be: beautiful and sunny. I have been in a bad mood too.
Saturday night was very cool. It was unplanned that I go there but the soiree itself was planned weeks in advance. The theme was “Vices et Versailles. My friends went all out by buying corsets and full-out Louis XVI outfits. I did not feel like spending the costume money so I went as a Versaillaise in a navy blue dress, sweater over my shoulders, pearls and pearls, topped off with a pink bow. The party was outdoors in a huge field between 4 country mansions.
They were recreating Burning Man in Poissy with several installations on the grounds. In one of the nicest trees I have seen in a while, a disco ball was nestled high in the branches. A purple light shown upon it to have flicks of violet inside the trees. There were three couches too. There was a big air bubble. There was a dome jungle gym with a live band out in the prairie. There was a barn converted into a club. We all camped out and I managed to get a spot in the tent. Jo slept upright in a chair. Dimitri slept under a tree. I was in such a bad mood for part of it. I was just so mad for reasons unrelated.
Everyone played the game. Everyone was in outlandish costumes. I cannot wait for me and my current or future friends to have money so we can invest in creative big parties like this one.
Apparently one of hte guys is the grandson of the artist Ernest Meissonier. The place was across from a grand church which jutted out from outside of the walls playing with optics to make us seem much closer to it, and it much larger than it was.
This is sketch done back in winter of this Year. This is how I feel.
Baby and Grandfather in Yunnan Province. Yake Tribe. From when I was there traveling alone during the summer 2009
Independence day was yesterday but I did nothing expres for it. I did bike through quartiers that I not been through in months maybe months. I biked from Blanche to Gambetta along line 2. I had dinner with Sab and Ben. They look great. We are older and calmer and it is ok to settle into that. Everyone was out on terraces and I wanted to be there too. It is good to get out of my routine spots. Paris is wonderful.
I am pretty tired and it inhibits me from finishing thoughts. Always a task list and always errands to run. I need to organize my vacation time.
Sketch of man in front of me on the Thalys from Amsterdam to Paris who was obviously playing some smartphone game because he barely moved, lucky me. After drawing this I erased Candy Crush and Angry Birds from my phone because it felt like addiction to something unhealthy. These are to horrible games that rot you slowly because creep inside of you to make you want more and more until you are slave to the game during your “free” moments.
I am so tired and I worry about Popo and Grandmere but I have not called as often as I should.
Cool meeting today. I was under moderate stress but felt at ease at many points in the 6-hour meeting (lunch included).
I just got back from Amsterdam. It was my third time. This time it was went much smoother and I did not start at the hint of blush creeping when I was asked a question about the numbers on the slide I had created the night before.
This is a quick sketch before we took the train back to Paris, smoking a joint (I mention this because it is legal there) with my colleagues accompanied by a Heineken. I got 4 hours of sleep last night but I was feeling pretty good. I might begin to understand what it means to travel for work and not be as thrilled as I had initially thought. But it is still great when I do not have much else going on in terms of worthwhile plans. But I will have to learn to cope with really missing out on something worthwhile that work would not be an excuse for.
I have been bad about calling my family. Just so busy and I am bad at structuring my TIME.
Mcdonald’s at St Lazare at 7:30 am, second floor. Black pen on napkin but scanner at work is no good.
Antoine takes a cab to Gare du Nord to take the Eurostar at 7 am every monday for his week in London. I hate taking line 13 to Liege to go to work from the 7th so I opted to wake up 2 hours earlier for a cabride. Starbucks was not even open so I shared a lonely moment with the other lone individuals eating their 1€ sandwiches.
The man here seemed especially lonely, looking out the window, occasionally rubbing his forehead. He was in a winter coat as it is just starting to get warm out in Paris.
I got to work early to start on the many many tasks that were pushed aside due to the company-wide summit. All offices came to Paris and we spent Friday to Sunday at Center Parc. Imagine the camp in Dirty Dancing, that is Center Parc and we were 740 people. I am exhausted from this week of going out. Dancing with colleagues is fun because nobody really cares what they seem or look like because a priori nobody is looking to get some, like at a club. My body aches from running in the woods, soccer, booty shaking and no sleep.
After I got home I met Marie for her birthday. She is so young but you would not think it because of how she comports herself and her aura.
I was finally reunited with Antoine at Wanderlust to see Cedric mix, but we didn’t because it was not on until 9 and we were exhausted. So good to have sun out though. Antoine had just been water skiing on the Seine, dropped off at the RER by boat, normale quoi.
Ok, Amsterdam tomorrow but haven’t gotten tickets yet.
Baby pony at Center Parc near Reims near Champagne during my company summit. Taken Saturday June 29 during “free time”. The pony area was locked but I jumped the fence and looked into the stalls. To my disappointment there were only ponies and no horses until I found this little baby and its mother.I never thought foals were cute until I got to spend time with one.
This is old. But similar feeling but more pleasant.
I went to bed at 2 am and woke up at 6:50 this morning. I had Aurelie, Camille and Maude over for pre-dinner apero at mine that turned into an all-night thing. I was the black sheep, despite my brush with luxury during my 6 months at Chanel. The former 2 are in CDI at Dior and YSL makeup, and the latter a fashion historian curating Sonia Rykiel shows. There were 2 parallel conversations at one point. Aurelie and Camille knew each other from before and were comparing stories of a terrible boss that worked at Dior and then YSL and work conditions in luxury. This was happening while Maude was telling me the history of Coco Chanel, Karl Lagerfeld, Yves Saint Laurent and Pierre Bergé and their intertwined histories in Paris and rise to stardom. Lagerfeld designed at Monoprix in the 1970s apparently.
I cleaned my apartment for my 2 guests.
Tomorrow.. Center Parc (the place where young Catholics lose their virginity or something or apparently) for the world summit of my company.
I am starting to tell people I draw. I had some drinks with work people and talks with displaced work people from different walks of life and different countries. It is the summit this weekend and there Brazilians, Koreans, Americans, Japanese walking the halls along with the Frenchies that usually populate them.
I am lighter about things and it is pretty great, if I do not look down. Antoine is back in Windsor but we saw Ronan’s movie premiere last night, Pour Une Femme on the Champs Elysees(!) and we ate pates et pistou bought from Monoprix on Ave Segur in the the 7th instead of going to a concert at the Baron with all those fancy beautiful movie people.
I love this drawing from July 2009 in Yunnan Province, China. I regret not being more patient and doing more sketches like this, thought out and detailed. What a view. I kept waiting to be wowed by the Yunnan landscape which was impressive and I thought how nice it was to be experiencing this view when I could have been somewhere else, maybe just Paris, enjoying a view by myself. I was running away from Beijing but now that whole feeling of having to run away is muted and is just a story in my past now. As I wrote, I felt jaded after my Shen Zhen and Taiwan summers and horserides.
THe plane the plane! Bourget was such a racket.
Before going to Bourget Antoine and I took a café at Le Franklin, near his old primary school in the 16th. Horrible waiter
Bourget for the Paris Air Show.
The planes in the sky flew in the sky as if they were whales or dolphins swimming. AND THE NOISE;
Bourget for the Paris Air Show yesterday afternoon. These are our 6th coupes de champagne of the afternoon.
Bourget for the Paris Air Show yesterday afternoon. It was a great day. We were in the Thales “chalet” right on the runway arrosé with champagne thanks to Philippe de B. I saw la fusée Ariane and I was hoping to re run into Jean Yves le Gall like last year.