In my experience, the french, or at least Parisians, have a very exclusive and private culture, A culture that they are rather unwilling to share with the outside world. This is not to say that u cannot feel paris when u come to france, not at all. There are things abt paris that are also very accessible. But paris is a city with a dual nature. There is the paris that is much like new york, that is accessible, that it offers to anyone that wants to participate. But, below the surface, there lies another paris, the paris behind the snickers and the stares, the paris where the Parisian himself lives, and not the person living in paris. The paris of that knows abt roissy and remembers beaubourg. This duality makes me think that, you could live here for months, maybe even years, and never really meet a parisian, especially when u have a penis. U can go all this time, without finding yourself in a truly parisian social enviroment. And thats just how paris likes it, paris will not let u in without ur invite, if ur not on “LA LISTE” or with a parisian that will vouch for u, your “foutu”. But, once u can get it, its a real special thing.
With all this being said, I have a good bruh, Yim, Mr. International, that has snaked his way in. This left us, the day after his bday party, still tipsy from last night, heading out into the world once again, off to meet some parisian bruhs at dude Nico’s house. As i later learned, in class, when a parisian invites you to his house, its serious. So, we found ourselves deep into the circle. All fun n good times, we followed this etudiants de film around paris. We were walking up this street for wat seemed like forever when we rolled up to wat seemed to be a restaurant under renovation. No chairs, no tables, freshly painted walls. An empty room. With the lights on and the door open though. I, being the leo that i am, found myself up in the front, so i proceeded in, through the room, into the back and then down the stairs. As i descended, I heard a lil bass, and then turned a corner and found myself in a speakeasy. Crazy. Bar clandestine, Illegal. whatever they called it, it was nutz. Cans of beer, corner store prices, and old french men, a sweet dance to the sound of a man on an ipod. I found myself filled with excitement because i was really in a “two days in paris” party. A real french social place. If u work ur way in, its worth it. a whole lotta fun. and ill leave it at that… HA
Old french bruhs, in there… n the corner store clerks/bartenders in the back.. n the bar (they even have fresh simosas)
David… the true fam… much amour por this guy
JEJE… future internationally known director…
MRinternational
PS: this was also my first time with a real camera… im tryin to get my bars up… let me kno how it went…
