Of all the things I could justifiably seek therapy for, and there is a list, my disproportionate love for Paris over any other city would have to be near the top. Long before I ever landed at Charles De Gaulle or had my first rude treatment from a french waiter, I was obsessed with the place.
So blind was my love that even when I dated a frenchman (once – and cut the date short using an aerobics class as the reason for my hasty departure – no really, if he said one more time Onjheeee! Oh but yer eeyezh are se bleeeuuuuuh! I may have killed us both), my perfect vision of Paris remained untarnished. In fact for 10 whole years, I put up with some spectacularly annoying jobs just because they took me to Paris at least twice per year.
But why? The extreme beauty of the place? The wine? The cheese? The guy in the g-string I photographed sunbaking by the Seine? The french waiter who caused me to almost miss my flight to New York? Or is it more that when I put on my brand new red Dior lipstick and went for a walk I got so much attention I thought I’d forgot to put a skirt on? No actually, it’s the soft European lighting that blurs my lines, doesn’t make me squint quite so hard, and makes colours look more beautiful when offset by the old grey buildings. I just look better in Paris.
Ok ok, if you insist – this is the guy in the g-string:
{ 8 comments }
Mary 11.12.09 at 4:06 pm
OMG that guy is yuck! I digress, I agree everything is better in Paris. I was considered as exotic when I went there. Here I am just another girl. Le sigh….
CRAIG FREAKEN WEBB - AH,HA! 11.12.09 at 4:22 pm
you are hilarious!!!!!!!!
Don’t forget the pact we made over dinner, Mz Fox??
I am packing my G-string as we speak.
Patsyfox 11.12.09 at 5:26 pm
Oh Mary, you are never just another girl! Although admittedly it seems even being on fire wouldn’t crack melbourne men out of their self focused haze. The same lipstick reaped no rewards back home. Le sigh indeed.
Patsyfox 11.12.09 at 5:39 pm
Oh god, pact? Which pact??! Damn that high speed thinking & talking we do. G-string? Bring it on handsome!
Lily 11.14.09 at 5:23 pm
Here I was, lost in Paris and the beauty of it all, when all of a sudden…ARGHH! I scrolled down the page and saw the hairy man basking in the sun. What a shocker!
Re- Mary. I agree. Mary could never be ‘just another girl’.
Kate 11.15.09 at 12:01 am
Hilar!
HRH PoP 11.18.09 at 7:09 pm
I just saw that man in Austin. He now has a bike & discovered waxing.
Fourth Daughter 03.11.10 at 10:03 pm
I was just innocently reading and enjoying that BEAUTIFUL illustration when my eyes were accosted with this brilliant display of masculinity which unfortunately reminded me of the time I was in Turkey at a waterslide park and witnessed a very white, very unattractive guy sliding down the waterslide in a white G-string. I knew it was a G-string as he then walked right past me with his back towards me. EWWW.
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