Paris, perhaps the most romantic city in the world, sung over and over again, filmed even more. It is undeniable its charm and romance in every corner.
For me is a city full of contrasts. It does not look a fairy tale, all beautifully tide up, no. It is the right balance between the beauty and the ugliness, delicate and grotesque, clean and dirty, bright and dark, symmetry and shapeless, right and wrong. All with THAT je ne sais quoi touch..
The Parisian couldn't reflect better the city where they belong. They all sum this up. Charming in their skinny clumsiness. Elegant in their flukes. Deeply and intense loving, but casually, sometimes even disposable. Some people even say there is half of the city making love with the other half. Indeed is the city of love. To find, to make, to fall with...
In Paris, I found most of my Art History's passions: Degas, Renoir, Bastille, Rodin, Cezanne, Manet, Monet, Emil Nolde, Camille Pissarro, and the list goes on and on. Among Art that resonates all my senses and sensibility, make me feel, communicate and transport me to another realm. In contrast to this magnificence, come the simplest and mundane things. Some twinkling lights, in any random night, in a bohemian neighborhood, along a naked conversation while enjoying a Pinot, a Merlot, staring at strangers at a café, kissing with the eyes, randomly...or simply making love. Again. It's all about love.
For me is a city full of contrasts. It does not look a fairy tale, all beautifully tide up, no. It is the right balance between the beauty and the ugliness, delicate and grotesque, clean and dirty, bright and dark, symmetry and shapeless, right and wrong. All with THAT je ne sais quoi touch..
The Parisian couldn't reflect better the city where they belong. They all sum this up. Charming in their skinny clumsiness. Elegant in their flukes. Deeply and intense loving, but casually, sometimes even disposable. Some people even say there is half of the city making love with the other half. Indeed is the city of love. To find, to make, to fall with...
In Paris, I found most of my Art History's passions: Degas, Renoir, Bastille, Rodin, Cezanne, Manet, Monet, Emil Nolde, Camille Pissarro, and the list goes on and on. Among Art that resonates all my senses and sensibility, make me feel, communicate and transport me to another realm. In contrast to this magnificence, come the simplest and mundane things. Some twinkling lights, in any random night, in a bohemian neighborhood, along a naked conversation while enjoying a Pinot, a Merlot, staring at strangers at a café, kissing with the eyes, randomly...or simply making love. Again. It's all about love.
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