Over the course of my trip I read 5 books selected to go along with the places I was visiting. While traveling through France, I read Perfume: The Story of a Murderer; which was set in the slums of eighteenth-century Paris. It was creepy, very strange, slightly disturbing but very passionate, tragic and beautifully written. and while in the French Riviera I was able to visit the Fragonard factory, one of the oldest parfumeries in the world (I believe) that happened to be playing the movie version of the book (lol).
Here are a few of my favorite excerpts:
“He drank in the aroma, he drowned in it, impregnating himself through his innermost pores, until he became wood himself; he lay on the cord of wood like a wooden puppet, like Pinocchio, as if dead, until after a long while, perhaps a half hour or more, he gagged up the word “wood.” He vomited the word up, as if he were filled with wood to his ears, as if buried in wood to his neck, as if his stomach, his gorge, his nose were spilling over with wood.”
"Or why should smoke possess only the name “smoke,” when from minute to minute, second to second, the amalgam of hundreds of odors mixed iridescently into ever new and changing unities as the smoke rose from the fire … or why should earth, landscape, air—each filled at every step and every breath with yet another odor and thus animated with another identity—still be designated by just those three coarse words. All these grotesque incongruities between the richness of the world perceivable by smell and the poverty of language were enough for the lad Grenouille to doubt if language made any sense at all.”
“And what was more, he even knew how by sheer imagination to arrange new combinations of them, to the point where he created odors that did not exist in the real world.”
“Perhaps the closest analogy to his talent is the musical wunderkind, who has heard his way inside melodies and harmonies to the alphabet of individual tones and now composes completely new melodies and harmonies all on his own. With the one difference, however, that the alphabet of odors is incomparably larger and more nuanced than that of tones; and with the additional difference that the creative activity of Grenouille the wunderkind took place only inside him and could be perceived by no one other than himself.”
“He was not out to make his fortune with his art; he didn’t even want to live from it if he could find another way to make a living. He wanted to empty himself of his innermost being, of nothing less than his innermost being, which he considered more wonderful than anything else the world had to offer. And thus Baldini’s conditions were no conditions at all for Grenouille.”

I discovered Zing in a shop near the Arc de Triomphe in Paris. It was wrapped in plastic so i had no idea what was inside or where it came from, but I was obsessed with the cover and it's subtitle "a curatorial crossing".
I discovered later that it's been based + published in Brooklyn since 1995.
This issue is from August 2013 so I hope they're putting out a new one soon.
so paris.
Honestly though, it kinda broke my heart. I think I built it up so much from what I've seen that when I was actually there and it rained majority of the time without my lover it just wasn't the experience I'd dreamt about. (unlike amsterdam — which I'll get to later— that I had no expectations for and it was insane).
My favorite experiences in Paris:
1. the late afternoon river cruise (+banana/nutella crepes) that turned into a glittering night atop the eiffel tower.
2. getting caught in the rain in the gardens of versailles.
3. wandering through the Louve and accidentally running into a few of my favorite paintings (because i didn't realize/remember thats where they lived).
4. the evening in montmartre. literally was a movie— and certainly one of my favorite places.
5. running into slam productions (after seeing posters all over belleville) and walking out with 2 posters and a shirt gifted by the owner.
i remember throughout the trip having a hard time staying in the present. everything was so surreal, i kept telling myself this is actually happening right now. this is where i am. it sounds crazy, but it was going by so fast and i was seeing so many different things that it was hard to truly capture each moment and remember the details. and look, now it's over. almost as if the present is the past and the future is the present.
bon voyage.







Lauren Santo Domingo's Paris duplex via
I finally got around to purchasing
Interestingly enough I've been shying away from fashion— (completely inspired by this Phoebe Philo for Céline post
These are my favorite quotes:
Q: How do you manage to preserve your creativity?
"Although I've very diplomatic, I've learned not to back down when it comes to my own vision. I stay inside a bubble so I can focus on my own creativity and not feel burdened by outside influences or pressure. I don't live in a fairy tale— anything but. But I remain inside my private, insulated space where I find my inspiration and my freedom."
Have I contradicted myself? Not too long ago I told my mom that I think my goal in life is to be an elegantly aged woman. After learning more about Carine, I think that's true.