So yeah, I am a real French person (I apologize for that in advance). I guess I embody a certain idea of Frenchness in spite of my endless efforts at emancipation, which implies quitting self-deprecation, refraining from yelling at strangers, and feeling urged to get some work done when I sit in a coffee shop (instead of spending afternoons sipping espressos outside not doing shit).
This is my second year in New York (but not my first time), and I could do anything to stay here for the rest of my life. Trust me, Paris is overrated. Sadly I'm not going to be around forever, and I really want to enjoy the few months I still have . I can just hang out in Brooklyn all summer, go to the beach, to outdoors shows and movies, watch the sunset in Red Hook and be the happiest guy. Oh wait, I need someone to come with me.
I like style, good coffee, soccer (excessively), retro and vintage stuff (although I find it obnoxious), critical theory, irreverence, going to brunch, doing things my way, getting tanned, living the American life.
Getting drunk easily and saying too much
Analyzing a soccer game
Analyzing a movie
Analyzing what is wrong with me
Movies: Mulholland Drive, Contempt, Once Upon a Time in America, There Will be Blood, Serpico, John Cassavetes, The Life Aquatic, Superbad, Days of Heaven, Ghost World, Dead Man, Hannah and her Sisters, Ghostbusters.
TV shows: Six Feet Under, Mad Men, Flight of the Conchords, Twin Peaks, Bored to Death.
Music: Dylan, Chet Baker, Bill Callahan, Beach House, Billie Holiday, Fleet Foxes, Françoise Hardy, Bill Evans, Little Joy...