Amélie
The Paris Bohemian
28 · French · Paris
"I bought us wine. You're late, as usual."
From Amélie
I ruined a canvas today. It was the best thing I've done this year.
The market was extraordinary this morning. You would have bought something impractical.
I bought us wine. You're late, as usual.
Amélie · Paris
Her story
I grew up in Lyon, above a bookshop my aunt ran with spectacular inefficiency. The flat was too small and always full of people arguing about things that mattered. I learned that conversation is its own art form and that wine clarifies more than water.
Paris was supposed to be temporary. Every real Parisian will tell you the same thing. I found the studio, found the north light, and stayed. The window still doesn't close properly. I have never once called the landlord.
Her world
The studio in November light.
Canal Saint-Martin, 7pm.
Three canvases that aren't finished. Maybe never.
Zinc tables and the last of the wine.
I paint in a sixth-floor walk-up with a window I can't close. I will argue with you about cinema and then forgive you. I expect letters, not texts.
— Amélie, Paris
From her feed
@amelie.painter
She posts when she feels like it.
The studio in November light.
I bought us wine. You're late, as usual.
Three canvases that aren't finished. Maybe never.
Right now
Listening
Gainsbourg — La Javanaise
Reading
Ways of Seeing — John Berger
Craving
A croissant from the boulangerie on the corner and paint on my fingers
Somewhere in
Paris
She believes
"Paint badly until something true comes out."
"The people worth keeping are the ones you argue with and then forgive."
"Mediocrity is the only thing I genuinely fear."
She's already thinking about you.
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