billslongwayhome: Strassbourg, France | 1967 Another street scene, this one in Strassbourg, France taken in 1967 on a weekend visit to stock up on cheap French wine. Again it was just a view of the place and the people, so different from my upbringing. I loved living in the center of Europe and traveling around to […]
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Read moreLove this cover for the 10th Anniversary issue of Clark Magazine.
Read moreLIBERTÉ, ÉGALITÉ, FOOTBALL: Nike, who just took over as the new sponsor of French football, unveiled the new national team kit in Paris on Monday.
Read moreThat’s it, we’re teaching Olivia to speak French. [via] (Source: http://www.youtube.com/)
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Read moreSerge Ramelli, ‘Au Lapin Agile’
Read morePsychology is also at work when you look at the women of Paris. The principle at work here is the assumption of style and the amplification of grace. Because you are in Paris, you assume that women are fashion-aware, which colors all your judgments about dress, hairstyle, and other factors of appearance. Because you suppose the most stylish of intentions behind whatever the actual outcome, you will find seductive and ennobling qualities behind almost everything and anyone. What would be a dowdy old hag or a trampy termagant in the wrong part of Baltimore is suddenly the epitome of French cuteness. It’s a sophisticated variant on the “Emperor without cloths [sic]” syndrome.
Get Paid 5,000 Euros/month to Spend Your Summer Applying Sunscreen on a French Beach
Get Paid 5,000 Euros/month to Spend Your Summer Applying Sunscreen on a French Beach
Dream job contests are becoming commonplace in resort destinations’ quiver – most notably the “Best Job in the World” contest, where the winner got to live in Great Barrier Reef and blog about it for a year – which is a rather brilliant ploy. Package up a fraction of your tourism advertising budget with a low-paying local job and let the free publicity and exposure roll in.
This particular offer – a summer in a French resort town getting paid a decent wage to apply sunscreen – is right up there with the best of those contests’ prizes. Although we should be realistic about the type of people you might be asked to apply sunscreen to; if you’ve spent any time on European beaches you know, that part of the job will likely have its beautiful ups and disturbing downs. Unlike some of the other ‘best job’ contests with less rigorous qualifications, you’re not getting this job if you aren’t young, speak French and look good in a swimsuit. I urge those of you who can to apply here and let me know how it goes.
Campaign-wise, kudos to the town of Sables-d’Olonne for getting us talking about them. Although we’re going to have to deduct some points for the Chevy Nova moment they had when they insisted they call their employees by the English translation of the traditional job title. “Crèmeurs” sounds like part of the help staff at an elegant French resort; “Creamers” sounds like something you’d find at a resort owned by Bob Guccione.
Speaking of Provence, have you seen the No Reservations where he goes and makes ratatouille and gets clowned by all the natives? It’s great because they are just so unapologetic in delivering their reviews to his face (and his cameraman), saying things like: “this is a very handsome ratatouille” and “this is nice, but it […]
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