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  2. The Louvre Museum was overwhelming. We couldn’t get to all the exhibits but checked out our favorites - Classical Art and Egyptian Antiquities. 

    xo,

    Naomi 

     
  3. A week in Paris can change your life. 

    xo,

    Naomi Christie

     
  4. My old friend Aurielle was one of the very first models I shot in Los Angeles at the beginning of my career. Fast forward five years and we’re in Paris shooting for my series entitled Model Diet.

    It all felt quite surreal as I ascended the stairs to Aurielle’s flat in St. Germain. I watched Aurielle grow as an artist and have been with her during some dark times. She always felt like there was something for her beyond LA or New York. Seeing her content and at peace in a city far from home was enlivening.

    Her roommate Lucile sat perched on their wide window sill smoking a cigarette. The view outside was whimsical.

    xo,

    Naomi  

     
  5. As we sat on a bench by a fountain, a familiar face approached us. It was one of the Wasted employees. He joins us on the bench and we ask him what’s a must-see in Paris but he’s not sure. He’s not Parisian, he’s from Normandie. Only eighteen, he was trying to figure out how he would move to Paris to become an established fashion designer. We learn that we met him on his first day working at Wasted and it was just a trial. “I hope I get the job.” He crosses his fingers and clenches his teeth like the weight of the world could match the weight of his hope.

    When I ask for his name he says “Arty. It’s like ‘party’ but without the ‘p’” he explains in his lovable French accent.

    "Do you like to party?"

    He says not like he use to. “I am eight months sober.” He talks like an open book, proud. He tells us he’s been clean from coke and dope and how he can be around it without doing it. No one pressures him but he admits it can get hard when he’s the only one sober. “All my friends, I see them…” He presses his finger down on a nostril and exaggerates an inhale. He laughs. He’s happy-go-lucky and he’s grateful.

    He shares with us the story behind his tattoos. He’s drawn all of them. He’s an orphan, an artist, a liberated gay guy, and a gypsy. The writing on his arms translate to There, all is order and beauty, luxury, calm and pleasure.  

    "What inspired you to become a fashion designer?"

    Arty thinks for a moment and says “I have nothing. No skills, no parents, no school, no degree. The only thing I have is my drawing.” 

    He smiles with certifiable dignity like the weight of the world would never match the great weight of his passion.

    xo,

    Naomi Christie 

     
  6. Wasted is a Parisian brand inspired by modern youth and the music movement of the 90s’. Everything is printed on site in Paris. Lauren and I stumbled upon this shop and got to chatting with the lovely artists and employees of the shop. The brand has some pretty rad headwear and tops. I had to snag a couple things naturally. It was cool to see some fresh passion-driven fashion from this independent brand in Paris. In a lot of ways, it reminded me of LA.

    xo,

    Naomi

     
  7. We meandered the shops in the center of Paris, finding that serendipity was a funny thing as everything we wanted to see, eat, shop, or experience happened upon us. I couldn’t find a reason to hate this city.

    xo,

    Naomi 

     
  8. The city of love likes to be ironic from time to time.

     
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  10. Love Lock Bridge

    The famous Pont des Arts bridge crosses the River Seine and carries the weight of many romances. Lovers from all around the world write their names on a padlock, lock it onto the bridge, and then toss their key into the river, sealing their committed love. This summer the bridge suffered some damage as part of the railings collapsed due to the intense weight of all the locks. Lauren and I visited the bridge on our last day in Paris. Something about being around so many tangible symbols of love and lust tugged at me. Paris is like that though- the city of love, paved with romantic touches that incessantly probe at your heart. All that metal around me boasted countless commitments, trysts, flings, and affairs. We sat on the bridge for a good while reading the different locks and a man came up to us and opened up his trench coat to reveal his padlocks and keys for sale. Though extremely single and somewhat heartless, I couldn’t help but purchase a lock like the true hopeless romantic tourist I was. He handed me a sharpie and Lauren and I wrote our names on the lock. The padlock came with two key copies. Lauren suggested we throw one key into the river and save the other key for when we visit the Mediterranean Sea. We added our lock to the glimmering collection and I tossed the key into the water, maybe vowing something to Paris.

    xo,

    Naomi