Last weekend I went on my second trip to Paris, It was good to go back and skip all the main tourist things you feel like you have to do the first time round. This time I went to a huge flea market with endless stalls of old magazines, badges, taxidermy, clothes and postcards and came back with two weird jugs; I went to a flower market that also sold birds and bunnies, ate a lot of ice cream and steak, found some of the cats that live in Montmarte cemetery and went on a midnight shopping trip to Sephora-a whole store full of make up and perfumes but didnt buy anything after inhaling too much expensive but overpowering perfume and feeling sick. I did some tourist stuff like climb to the top of the Sacre Coeur which was knackering but worth it, visited Jim Morrison and Oscar Wilde's graves, which were disappointing and felt a bit tacky, and went down to the catacombs, which was nice to get out of the 35 degree heat,but felt weird, its just wrong for your skull to be buried seperate to your leg, plus I didnt see anthing other than skulls and leg and arm bones ( its too long since i studied biology to know the real words) so, where did all the hips, hands and feet go?
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Showing posts with label parisian. Show all posts
Friday, 14 September 2012
Paris when it sizzles
Last weekend I went on my second trip to Paris, It was good to go back and skip all the main tourist things you feel like you have to do the first time round. This time I went to a huge flea market with endless stalls of old magazines, badges, taxidermy, clothes and postcards and came back with two weird jugs; I went to a flower market that also sold birds and bunnies, ate a lot of ice cream and steak, found some of the cats that live in Montmarte cemetery and went on a midnight shopping trip to Sephora-a whole store full of make up and perfumes but didnt buy anything after inhaling too much expensive but overpowering perfume and feeling sick. I did some tourist stuff like climb to the top of the Sacre Coeur which was knackering but worth it, visited Jim Morrison and Oscar Wilde's graves, which were disappointing and felt a bit tacky, and went down to the catacombs, which was nice to get out of the 35 degree heat,but felt weird, its just wrong for your skull to be buried seperate to your leg, plus I didnt see anthing other than skulls and leg and arm bones ( its too long since i studied biology to know the real words) so, where did all the hips, hands and feet go?
Monday, 3 October 2011
P is for Parisian

Here is a page from a magazine I'm working on, an illustrated A-Z of trapeze and silks and ropes and anything else you can hang from, pose on, climb up or potentially fall off...
I have finally made peace with the trapeze for the first time since my back crunching fall in July, my favorite pose is the Parisian which is why I've drawn it first, it is mostly like how I have drawn except you tilt your head up as if you are looking at the ceiling to look like a proper poser, but I cant draw profiles yet. I would love to do a routine dressed like this with this music playing (Nick Cave-I'm your man) sometimes when I'm bored at the gym I just imagine doing a routine to this song and off I go into a daydream....
I have finally made peace with the trapeze for the first time since my back crunching fall in July, my favorite pose is the Parisian which is why I've drawn it first, it is mostly like how I have drawn except you tilt your head up as if you are looking at the ceiling to look like a proper poser, but I cant draw profiles yet. I would love to do a routine dressed like this with this music playing (Nick Cave-I'm your man) sometimes when I'm bored at the gym I just imagine doing a routine to this song and off I go into a daydream....
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