courtesy of: when deren was in paris

these past few weeks have felt kind of rough. my landlord decided to kick us out (pittsburgh, pas paris) and attempted to get me to move out before I was back France (pas possible, that would a damn mess), which only added to an excellent stew of bad things happening while I'm over here, such as the stolen bike, the lack of a summer "thing" since I didn't get the SURG grant, and not being able to see my family when I get back because I have to be back in pittsburgh to move. things are getting better, but I don't really want to move out, and I wish I had a summer job. 

last weekend I went to Bruxelles to visit a friend of my mother's. I felt a real urgency to get the fuck out of Paris, even though I'll be embarking on easter break stuff soon. Bruxelles was pretty neat, not really like Paris, maybe a smaller version. Bruges was very cute, and the buildings reminded me of Amsterdam. maybe some pictures, later. the countryside was just incredibly flat and gorgeous, the trees were really odd and tall. the road we were on reminded me of a scene in the girl with the pearl earring. 

today I tried, unsuccessfully, to find photographic inspiration. it's hard in a city that's probably the most picture-sque city in the world or something. it makes sense then that almost all the photo students at ENSBA do not photograph in paris. I took some okay pictures 2 weeks ago at a gymnase/stade next to a school in the middle of the les puces area that me and Deren had wandered into while she was visiting. it's a cool place, and I'm kind of obsessed with taking landscape-ish pictures now (oh noooo) so I tried to find a place similar to it, as in a place of activity...sports things...to no avail. The places I found were neat, but full of children which is fine except who wants to be the creep taking pictures of kids playing soccer? I just felt weird about it. and obviously I would probably need to ask for permission..it's hard to be discrete carrying a tripod. and I hate finding these places by myself. 

starving for a grand macaron. later.