So I've had this fantasy that one day, when I'm just a little older, I would move to Paris and have my atelier in a 2 or 3 story walk up. From the street below, you can see the huge picture window that allows the Northern Light to stream upon the studio set where an old theatre backdrop hangs along with a few large format cameras in front of it. When you are lucky, you can see a woman from the street covered partially by my big black overcoat as she gazes out over the city. The locals by now know me as the eccentric Asian who comes out on occasion to have an espresso and croissant at the corner café or at the Jazz club just down the street sipping on a glass of single malt scotch...
AiméeWe had shot a version just before this one where I didn't get enough fill in the shadows. Aimée had slipped on my overcoat to stay warm as we viewed the plate as it was washing... As we walked back onto the set to try our 2nd shot, she dropped off the coat, got into her pose... Suddenly, seeing her, for a brief second, I was there, in my atelier, with the Northern light, the smell of partially burnt coffee with Edith Piaf singing in the back ground...
Too much? Maybe, but it is my fantasy...
:-)
2 comments:
I see it, I see it! I would love to know that guy and even visit said atelier....
You nailed it. Magic. Pure magic.
On a practical note (because Paris has become just so bloody expensive to live the "artists dream") we are learning that Bordeaux is where a lot of working artists practice their craft. There are a lot of English speakers living there, too (if language were a barrier).
For super cheap, Lisbon is the cheapest European capital at 800Euro/month cost of living. It's a great place and all business is conducted in English (thanks to, again, England's influence).
A few things to consider. :-) :-) :-)
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