“coucou les amis,
comme je l’ai déjà signalé, nous organisons donc un petit apéro (et il y aura des trucs à grignoter par la suite) vendredi prochain à partir de 19h et ça sera avec grand plaisir de vous accueillir tous.
les enfants sont les bienvenus bien sûr.
ça sera non seulement l’occasion de vous présenter Jeff, le vidéaste canadien avec lequel je travaille et de lui dire au revoir car il partira samedi pour l’écosse mais également un bon prétexte pour se retrouver entre amis afin de clôturer la semaine comme il le faut! ;-)
alors au plaisir de vous voir tous vendredi prochain,
karin et olivier”
This shop had some of the most unique macaroon flavours I’ve ever tasted, Earl Grey and bubble gum being two of my favourites. Very fresh and rich and mouth-wateringly good.
On our last day of filming, and Karin and Olivier hosted a small party where we screened a very rough edit of one of our films. I had the pleasure of meeting their lovely friends, and we had dinner and drinks, but mostly drinks.
Noé, oè est ton pantalon?
Karin took me shopping at APC, a high-end prêt-à-porter store with more form-fitting clothes; perfect for my diminutive frame. It’s always good to have a set of female eyes when trying on clothes, and she helped me pick out a perfect striped shirt.
The view from the apartment. I came to know that corner so well, as I only needed to walk 30-seconds down the street to get to my hotel. There were perpetually people outside eating and enjoying the nice weather at the bistro.
One day, I accidentally started drinking from the bottle of juice that Karin was serving me, and she said it was good that I was already feeling so at home.
Niels already speaks better French than me.
And Noé always has his teddy bear to his nose, smelling it for comfort.
Serving an assortment of cupcakes.
Strawberry tomato soup. There were all sorts of soups in these small shot glasses.
Before dropping me off at the airport, Olivier took us on a scenic drive through Paris. You never really get a sense of the small scale of Paris proper, or of the topography, from taking the underground Metro.
Serge Gainsbourg looking devilishly debonair in his famous Repetto Zizi Homme ballet shoes, a present from Jane Birkin (mother of Charlotte Gainsbourg). It’s said that he hated shoes, and the Zizi Homme’s are soft and supple and thin and the closest he could get to walking around Paris barefoot.
We kept walking by one store with this print hanging in the window, and I remarked how much I liked the print, and before she surprised me with a framed copy as a present before I left (I’m sure I squealed). I already know exactly where I’m going to put it.
It’s inevitable that you’ll get to know someone when you work so closely on a project together, and Karin is no exception. Even though we’ve only met last week, it feels like we’ve known each other forever. Perhaps we connect because of our creativity, or love of music, or attention to detail. I’m glad that I can say I have another friend in France.
I especially would love to try the Earl Grey macaroon!
Les yeux de cette enfant!! Formidable!
J’avais besoin du crepes! et les macarons de chocolat 70% et caramel fleur de sel!
I’ve never tried macaroons.