My blog has been getting a bit girly of late. Don't get me wrong, I love flowers, cakes and pastels like the next, but my personal style is a lot more minimal and I rarely wear a lot of colour (unless it's on my lips and nails) or pattern. So on Saturday, which started out as one of those slightly failed mornings - I had planned to go to the Rodin Museum, but what with the torrential rain, my plan was literally a wash out - so not wanting to stay cooped up indoors, I walked over to my nearest gallery, Centre Pompidou. I wanted to take some snaps (no easy feat whilst trying to balance an umbrella) and to take this otherwise very flowery blog, down a tone or two with the geometrical greys, whites and blacks of this very brutal-looking modern structure. It's by far the most interesting building in Paris, because it sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the old white and beige Parisian buildings, breaking up the homogenous skyline.
It's currently showing photographs by Henri Cartier-Bresson and if there hadn't been a one hour wait, and I hadn't been hungover from the previous night spent at Braisenville in the 9th (a must-go, they do the tastiest tapas plates of meat) with friends over from Sweden, I would have happily queued up.