February 7,8, and 9 I was in Paris with Sophie. I wrote this a while ago, but it basically explains that weekend.
We were so little. Two girls in a huge, fluorescent city. We went to striped cafes and got lost in winding metro tunnels. We looked at art in museums that were too big and bought books in stores that were too small.
On Saturday we went to a Phoenix concert. It was magic. There were red lights and buzzing people and throbbing music. The music was perfect. Thomas Mars has the voice of an angel. He sang about promises and boys standing outside windows. He sang about Rome and 1901 and breakfast tears. Everything was so loud and when we left my ears were drumming but my cheeks were blushing and i was happy. (And Chloroform was perfect.)
My favorite Phoenix lyrics (sorry there are so many):
- why would I lie to you? my love my love my love is cruel
- die and succeed i say it out loud, but you just don’t care and well well well well well well well… do you know me well?
- so lonely so pretty far out so far out such a fall out of lonely
- who’s the boy you like the most? is he teasing you with underage? could he be waving from a tropical sunset? static silhouette somehow. single in his bed someday quiet till it falls falls falls
- it aint easy to ignore when your shutters are open all the way
- distant silhouette somehow we shared a cigarette somewhere ashes till it falls, falls, falls
- i stand outside under broken leaves always and forevermore we’re together dead and lonely
- burn the avenues until the city unfurls
- fake riches, obvious tales, on a domestic airline swear to god that you’re mine
- light a cigarette for two too close to get to how come everyone knows you before they meet you?
- lie down you know its easy like we did it over summer long
- don’t worry no i’m not the kind that kiss and tell. no dahlias and cherry trees i don’t recall them anyway
- look what you wasted when the lights are cutting out and i come down in your room our daily compromise is written in your signed armistice
- keeping promises for lovers in a rush for lovers always
- what i once refused to be is everything they long together i’d rather be alone
- this love’s for gentlemen only
- tell me that you want me tell me that you want me
- god bless your mess somewhere we’re sick for the big sun
- don’t say no your breakfast tears are gone
- do you remember when 21 years was old?
After the concert we walked all the way up and down the Champs Elysées. Now, that night is just a blur in my head of fur coats, black purses, long long spider legs, hair that dripped down to tiny waists, ripped tights, c’est son anniversaire, il faut que vous partiez, empty-eyed girls and blaring street lights. But I remember we were laughing and our feet were sore and everything was yellow.
We missed the last train and thus discovered the hard way that the Paris Metro stops working at 3am. We had to hail a cab at Bastille. It took an hour and Sophie almost got run over, but we finally got one. When we got back, it was 4am. We ate candy and listened to Bourgeois in the hotel room.
We fell asleep with our black makeup smeared and our tangled tights dangling off blue beds. Paris was lovely.
Here are some photos of the concert:
From our Friday night walk:
On the first night, we got off the Metro and walked a block and I remember all of a sudden we saw the Eiffel Tower all lit up and glowing, and it looked fake but it wasn’t and we knew it wasn’t and I don’t know I’ll never forget that moment.
My flower Sophie looking lovely.
Me holding onto my phone undoubtedly containing our directions. Smiling cheekily to cover up the fact that we were lost if I remember correctly.
That was one of the best weekends of my life. Sophie and I scribbled Phoenix lyrics in the margins of our notebooks for the rest of the school year.
XX, The Girl in the Little Black Dress
P.S. Listen to this song: Phoenix – Chloroform
P.P.S. Sophie, if you are reading this chloroform is not the same as chlorophyll. And before you do absolutely don’t.