I spent two rainy, somewhat cold, humid days in Paris last week. Exhausted and dirty, I felt like a young hero from a Balzac novel: none of the nobility, all of the fervor. At least I wasn’t wearing Tevas and crew socks. (more…)
Jun 11, 2010 | Categories: blog, Giampaolo, writing | Tags: Emotion, Georges Méliès, Harry Dean Stanton, Jean Renoir, Jean-Luc Godard, Louis Buñuel, Max Ophüls, Mobility, My Darling Clementine, Paris, Paris Texas, Sabrina, Superbad, Susan Sontag, The Aristocats, the Lumière brothers, The Searchers, Wim Wenders, Zabriskie Point |