Pictures Not Words

As you can see here, there’s a reason I stick with words rather than photos, but since I am pressed for time, I am going to let my crappy cell phone photos do the talking for me.

Here’s my trip to Paris in the broadest strokes, on the few occasions where I remembered to take pictures:

I got to spend tons of time with my friend Jenni, who I adore immeasurably. It was such a treat! And I met Sally and we bonded over insomnia.

What did I say about my photos? I wasn’t kidding, see? This is Jenni in front of a photo taken by Sally which is part of her exhibition, where I met her. (Sorry Jenni! You are exponentially more beautiful and far less blurry.)

Bert Teunissen makes like an orchid and leans. This was funnier in person, trust me.

That is Bert thinking hard in the foreground, with Lydia and Jenni examining important documents in the background. Bert is so smart and passionate and awesome, I can hardly stand it. And he takes great photos too.

The waiter, that’s him in the background, was super charming and friendly and funny, even though we were very, very late for our reservation and didn’t speak much French. He tried to make me finish my flan, but I refused. (In the nicest possible way.) It took Matt a long time to find us and join us for dinner, but join us he did.

I fell in love in Paris, with my friends. Here, Jenni and Lesley, another woman who I adore immeasurably and got to spend lots of time with, chat with Paul. We talked about photo books at dinner, a lot. Imagine that.

Paul and Andrew, photographers and bookmakers, happy to be sitting down after a long, cold walk to dinner.

On my iPhone this photo was completely confusing. Maybe it makes more sense here.

Here, some of what we drank and ate. Note the aforementioned unfinished flan.

I have been back in NYC for a while now, but have lots more travel coming up. The most exciting part about coming home? My new studio, which was moved into and set up expertly in my absence:

This is my new desk in my new studio, where I’m sitting right now. I have a window that looks out over treetops and north up 2nd Ave. It’s amazing. (Aside: is it a studio or an office? I can’t tell. Since I don’t make art or design stuff, maybe it’s an office.)