Me and Caitlin Lomax in front of her apartment.
My Canon G11 was stolen a week and a half ago. Desperate times called for desperate measures, but all was solved when a friend tweeted that he was selling his camera (I told him I'd buy it and it's getting shipped over in the next couple of weeks); and when another friend showed me the photos he'd taken with a disposable camera in Paris. Disposable cameras: €5.50. One hour processing: €11. The difference between digital and film: Priceless. For everything else, there's photo booth. What follows is a week in real-life, hold-in-your-hand, printed-on-paper photographs.
The Eiffel Tower, as seen from my balcony.
Caitlin Lomax and Edmond Roosendaal at a Tabac.
Edmond, Caitlin and me outside a really bad FrItalian fusion restaurant.
My front door.
The gate along Jardin du Luxembourg, which I walk past every day on my way to my friends' apartment.
Everything I need for a good night out at La Perle.
Attempting to go sockless in my Mark McNairys again.
A prospective outfit, including the orange/magenta reversable shirt that Zambesi sent over to me last week.
A glimpse of sky above buildings.
My three pairs of shoes.
My freshly altered, one-and-a-half-breasted Zambesi suit, which arrived last week. (More photos in the next week or so.)
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