Hi, gang! Sorry this blog’s been so inactive lately. However, I’m out of school for the summer so hopefully I’ve been able to put more posts on a queue and I’ll also ideally be able to make more gifs and things. Keep them requests coming!
You know, I sometimes think, how is anyone ever gonna come up with a book, or a painting, or a symphony, or a sculpture that can compete with a great city. You can’t. Because you look around and every street, every boulevard, is its own special art form and when you think that in the cold, violent, meaningless universe that Paris exists, these lights, I mean come on, there’s nothing happening on Jupiter or Neptune, but from way out in space you can see these lights, the cafés, people drinking and singing. For all we know, Paris is the hottest spot in the universe.
- You haven’t even read it. - If it’s bad, then I hate it because I hate bad writing. If it’s good, then I’ll be envious and I’ll hate it all the more. You don’t want the opinion of another writer. Midnight in Paris | Woody Allen, 2011