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We’ll Always Have Paris: A tale of two cities, both alike in dignity. The Paris of yore, an epicentre of creativity and home to Hemingway and Picasso, paved the way for a new vanguard to emerge. One that challenges ideals and eschews values set by bohemians and the café society. But how does this collective respond to the juxtaposing worlds in which they are operating? Musicians, writers, collectors and restaurateurs reflect the rapidly evolving backdrop of the city – an anthropological snapshot of Parisian life in its element.
When standing in Montmartre at the cusp of dusk – a fleeting moment made precious by Paris basking in an amber glow – the city is transcended in time. Its gilded Beaux Arts skyline and grey Haussmann footings are a canvas for you to splatter your boundless ambition onto and revel in its enduring source of inspiration. In these moments, it’s akin to a glass of champagne; sparkling with whimsical effervescences, and one you can’t help but drown yourself in until the arrondissements dissolve deep into your pores and consume every fibre of your being.
Then, just as the sun dips over the horizon, the wash of gold is quelled by fluorescent lights that draw you into the sleaze-dripped underground nightclubs, vivacious roistering and a cacophony of sirens. Paris peels back the layers of artificial splendour and reveals its inner beast. One that prowls around and challenges anyone who dares face it. An antidote to Paris syndrome, if you will. The city possesses a duplicitous façade – one that’s idealised as the origin of the dernier cri, but fails to recognise the friction underpinning its denizens. Indeed, a tale of two cities.
Nestled in the comfort of the Place VendÔme are the cocktail bars in which Ernest Hemingway and F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote their respective magnum opuses during the Jazz Age. Across town, the proverbial ghost of Édith Piaf haunts the stage at the 19th century concert hall L’Olympia. Perhaps even a faint red stain of tomato remains in the foundations from when Marie Antoinette made her final pilgrimage from Versailles to Tuileries Palace. Paris is the place of poets and dreamers, but beneath this grandiose metropolis seeped in culture, a sense of ongoing metamorphosis is threaded into the tapestry of the city. It’s multi-faceted and in perpetual evolution.
Parisians themselves, whether self-appointed, or by birth, are the first to boast of their dedication to change. They’re a people who shape the city to their whim through riots and protests. Systems of government bend and break at the will of the collective. An epicentre of action in all forms. Unrest is by no means a stranger to those who live here, but a neighbour that comes knocking every few months. In turn, creating a scorched earth that allows the city to start anew. Though you can always find the Paris of yore behind counters at cave à mangers, or in the corners of the Latin Quarter; a new breed rising from the remnants of its predecessor ready to chew you up and spit you back out – as the best kind of city slickers do.
This emerging Paris is unified in a shared resilience, one that reconciles the two versions of the city heralded as the mecca of artistry. Eschewing notions of bohemians and café society, this vanguard of creatives is evolving alongside their city. Ahead, everyday Parisians share their quotidian experiences with us, providing a collection of diary entries and an anthropological snapshot of Parisian life in its element.
Lara Violetta
As a mosaic of European avant-garde designers, content creator Lara Violetta encapsulates the contemporary Parisian paradigm towards a less sanitised depiction of their city and clothing. An amalgam of French sensibility, German underground expression and Belgian empiricism, Violetta’s Paris is one viewed through rose-coloured eyeshadow.
Paris is wonderful, but it’s also very romanticised. The city is always moving, loud and narrow. You have to watch your back and work hard to be able to afford it. In the day-to-day hustle, I sometimes forget I live in this glorious city. So, I like to go on an early morning walk through “classic Paris” in Saint-Germain on the weekends or Parc des Buttes-Chaumont in the early mornings to remember its fantasy. Early mornings in Paris are the best, the city is calm, empty and the light is the most beautiful. Paris turned me into a morning person.
The city gave me a lot of confidence because it made me feel so small. I knew no one cared about me. So I just went for whatever I wanted to do. I felt like I could be myself in this city, which felt very liberating from the beginning.
I can’t imagine any new place coming close to Parisian iconic places. Perhaps the fashion bar corner of Le Progrès, Le Saint-Gervais and La Perle are the most popular go-tos. But, I think these days it’s spread all over Paris: new wine bars and restaurants are opening every week. Maybe because the world is moving faster, places drop off and are hot for a minute. Right now, it’s places like Folderol, serving natural wine and ice cream.
I love Belleville… It feels real. It’s not too posh or tasteful, which is good for not being too influenced. It gives me room to think about what I could add to the world. In the more trendy neighbourhoods, I sometimes feel like there is nothing more to add, everything was already made.
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