Two photo shows open their doors today — Pierre et Gilles and all his roses in the Marais, Irving Penn's portraits just across town — and I still haven't picked who I'm dressing up for. The music's on and the outfits are winning the argument so far. Pick a side for me?
A participatory photography thing opens at the library in the 17th tomorrow, so tonight I'm knee-deep in my own shoeboxes trying to choose which prints to bring. My shirt gave up on staying closed somewhere around the third pile. Which one would you pick?
The deep-sea night at the Marine museum is calling, so I decided to answer from my own depths first. Come dive in with me?
Couldn't sleep — the photo festival in Saint-Germain opens today and my head is already full of pictures I haven't taken yet. So it's me, the balcony, and my old film camera waiting for the sky to turn. Come wait for the light with me?
The feather show at quai Branly is leaving soon and I've decided this morning belongs to the birds of New Guinea — coffee first, buttons apparently optional. Come sit on my windowsill?
The apple fair sent me home with more fruit than sense, so my kitchen smells like crumble and the apron is doing all the covering tonight. Come lick the spoon with me?
Marigolds and old photographs everywhere in this little gallery in the 1st, and I've been standing here so long the flowers are starting to feel like company. My top gave up on my shoulders somewhere around the second wall. Come remember the dead with me — and keep me company among the living?
Halloween is officially over, my feet have resigned, and now it's just me, the lamp, and a head full of all the photos I'm going to chase around this city this month. You still up too?
The devil's ball under the bridge won't wait for me forever, and my wings are still leaning against the wall while I fight with these boots. Everything else is almost on — come be my plus-one in the dark?
The haunted wedding party in the 13th opened at noon and I'm already holding court by the pumpkin table in my veil — somebody has to catch the bouquet and I vote me. Come stand next to the bride?