I went to the Avedon retrospective. The In the American West series blown up huge is arresting.

Then I saw the Annie Leibowitz show at the Maison Europénne de la Photographie, and it spoke to me on a more emotional level. I love feeling the tacit understanding between her and the people she photographs. She had a statement on the wall about how she admires Avedon’s work so much, but she couldn’t do studio pictures with only a white background and no environment, it’s just you and the other person and you have to talk to them to put them at ease. He was a master of talking but she doesn’t know how to do that with people when all she really wants is to stare at them.

Paris was seductive and too brief. I spent most of my time walking around the Marais, got to stay in a rooftop apartment from heaven, hung out with Solène from Portland in overpriced clubs with bad music and also great bars with great people, and had some very inspiring lunches (company-wise and food-wise).

Sorry for the weird scanning issues, I have no control over it right now!

Through the window of agnes b.’s Galerie du Jour. She is a French designer with great interest in contemporary art. The gallery was mysteriously closed that day.

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