Alex Webb

photo from Haircuts, Ice Cream, and Cigarettes

photos from Haircuts, Ice Cream, and Cigarettes

Hands covered in paint, coin purses filled with small euros for espresso, friendly conversation and toasts at dinner, slips as dresses, and soft morning light.

Here’s are the bits and pieces of our (@cybellealexis and @reniriver) Parisian adventure. The things written in here and the photos shown were created in tucked away cafes, on the metro, and while strolling by the river at sunset. Hope it transports you to a faraway land. Bisou bisou!

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Emma and I get on the wrong train often. Both bobbing our heads as the train dips away. We love Brooklyn, I think that’s why we frequently find ourselves having gone an hour in the wrong direction. The cafes and expected attire of glitter and jackets three sizes too big. Our phones nearly dead and the last few percent used to play one last song. The train empty. That’s how we spend weekday nights.

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We sat on the floor of Yazzy’s place and let the long anticipated sunlight stretch through the rusty rectangular  windows and melt the ice in our cups.  I mimicked the sun and lounged with in on the couch as she let her words spiral into newly remembered stories of her childhood across the sea.

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