Born in the oldest hospital in Paris (founded in 651) I subsequently spent the first nine years of my life there and its Western suburbs. By nature a ferociously independent and rambunctious child, I was utterly crushed by the French educational system (http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/sep/05/french-schools-pupils-feel-worthless) and somewhat just wasn’t in my element for a few years until came the US of A. Scenes of red corvettes, wind blown hair and movie star glasses became a reality. I was moving to the training grounds of the NY Yankees and to the set of Harmony Korine's latest oeuvre Spring Breakers, the good old Tampa Bay area, FL. Out went my cute flowered dresses, little girl head-bands, French leather shoes and most importantly the accent. Within 6 months I had the spandex shorts, teased, hair-sprayed side bang, oversized puffy-paint shirts and Keds...and I was already trying to convince my mother a fourth grader should be able to start shaving her legs at 9…Sheesh America!
[Disclaimer-in reality somewhat not so black and white, more for effect- France was/is in reality an amazing part of my life. ]
So it goes from that time on, flipping from one coast to the other every few years. I've been in NYC (on and off-most recently got back from living in Copenhagen and am tempted to move to Barcelona in the next year or two) for 8 years and I'm still drawn to this energy as much as I was that first Indian summer afternoon the cabbie took BQE exit 32 and stopped mere feet further in front of my new abode.