Audrey L'isle D'abeau Prostitute ❤️

About Paris

“Art of imitation,” Kiarostami’d say—prostitutes playin’ roles, like in his flick. Real or fake, who knows? Met this one chick, Lila, once—worked the streets, shreddin’ a beat-up guitar for tips. Talent, she had! Told me, “Do or do not, there is no try”—fuckin’ Yoda wisdom, right there! Made me grin, her spunk did.

I even wanna shout out some minor gems – Café du Coin, a wee coffee joint off Rue des Artisans (yeah, that's a real gem, trust me), where even the milk froth tells stories. Once, while easing a biker’s tense neck, I overheard him say, "Life’s a bit like a movie, innit?" That moment was pure magic.

saint etienne biennale 08: 'habiter demain' at the musée de la mine