The COMEBACK : Parisien Aesthetic vs. New York grit
I need to be reminded of my love for Paris-once the fabled place of the american lost. It's difficult to negotiate these two opposing, uh, i dont know what quite to call it, impressions, i guess, I have of the city. on one hand, it is still very much that whimsical place of a certain left bank intellectualism that i've romanticized to death, where literary giants sat in cafes i now sit, contributing to a late victorianism that best describes a generation lost who left their timeless stamp upon literature, becoming mythic characters themselves (i know its not quite turn of the century literature, but i like to think of it as such. it turned something, shit) but then, as I sit in this cafe, listening to classic american rock, I find myself, my image of Haussman's Paris spoiled by...well, that requires a completely different entry that I don't have the heart or energy to write.