Any Day at the French Brocante

 

Last weekend when I was in Paris I begged Sacha to come with me to the brocante and take photos of me doing my thing.

He obliged. One of my conditions was that I did not want to know when he was taking my photo. 

 

 

 

 

I loved these number stamps. Though I did not buy them, because I heard someone calling my name. Susanna! Who I met years ago through blogging, and when both went to help my friend Lynn at the Marburger antique market. Susanna was in Paris with friends buying for their booth back in the States.

 

 

 

 

 

Michelle (blog reader) asked me to look for a certain pink floral plate. I usually see a ton of them. But of course last weekend I did not see a one. That look, is the look of, "...oh sure no pink floral plates in the land of plenty of plates!"

 

 

 

 

 

Still regretting passing this painting up. I would have called it:

"Self Reflection"

 

 

Books and paper, a serious addiction.

 

 

 

Serious paper addiction.

At least paper is light to carry.

 

 

 

 

 

Unless you buy a ton of it.

 

 

 

At the end of the brocante I always have to take a photo of a stuffed animal.

This one with a little blue bow.

 

 

 

The conversation at the brocante never changes:

How much? Where did you find it? Do you have more? Wow, you got a deal? No, you didn't buy it? How old is it? Why do you think it is 18th century? Are you a dealer? Where do you sale? Did you see that (object) this morning? Did you get a good price? I bought ten for (add price), When I saw it, it was sold? Such and such has one for sale? Last week I found the most incredible (add object). I haven't found anything and you? Where are you going tomorrow?

 

 

 

 

 

 

My latest faze, African art. It doesn't have to be centuries old. 

 

 

 

 

 

Yesterday I had my haircut, about three inches, and looking at this photo I am wondering why did I do it. 

 

 

 

Street musician.

 

 

Two men on a train, a bicycle is drawn on the side, the men have their legs hanging out the window, so it appears they are riding.

 

 

 

 

The dog is on the owner's lap and I zoomed in.

 

 

Photos of me taken by Sacha.

Comments

[Kathie]

Très bien, Sacha!

[Jacklynn Lantry]

Well done Sacha. Corey you're so chic, and follically gifted too:) I would LOVE to be your personal photographer! We'd start with your outfit, your shoes of course, and the hair! Then on to the eye...I would try to get the photos to "see" through your eyes...ohhhh this would be a fun project!

[Mardog]

Tre chic and look good as always!

[carol]

Your hair is beautiful! I always am sorry when I get my hair cut. It will grow! In the meantime, I think it's gorgeous!

[Lana Kloch]

you're brilliant.. what a great idea to have the professional cinematographer come along to take pictures with you unawares.. love today's blog..

and by the way, your hair looks longer than before; funny how when you cut it, it looks longer..

you are beautiful inside and out..

love,

lana cano kloch

[Taste of France]

What a fun way to spend a day with your son!

[LeighNZ]

Really enjoyed the photos of you doing your thing including your post about how you can shop for us at the brocante and we can go along for the ride so to speak.

I thought your hair was looking shorter...as long as you can still put it up when you wish; it grows so fast.

[Kristin]

What a treat to see you in action - no posing, just doing your thing...great photos by Sacha. What a grand mother-son adventure.

[Carol L]

Did you buy the men on the train photo?

[Liz Van Buren]

Your hair is Fabulous at any length! So thick, silky, shiny, healthy and so pretty. I envy! xo

[Diane Belforte Lewis]

I was thinking how pretty your hair looked!

[nancy w]

I think your hair looks lovely. Thank you to Sacha. I would have purchased the number stamps and fed my paper addiction too. Would not have been able to pass up the teddy bear. I think the bow would have sold me.

[CINDY hattersley]

This looks like such fun and you have a fabulous jacket on! I love your hair by the way!

[liz]

Oh how much I wish I was there with you! licking the window and eating crepes from those folks at the end of the street.
I found a spoon on the street after the brocante closed one day. I took it home and hung it on the wall in my kitchen with a little note "Paris 2014" under it.

[Rebecca from the pacific northwest]

The little stuffed bear with the blue bow looks like he's shrugging his shoulders in that French fashion, wryly acknowledging that his days as some child's favorite are long past. This makes me sad of course, or wistful for him to have a new child.

What a perfect way to be recorded -- without knowing that photos are being taken. (Sort of, since you asked him to take pics.) Still, to not freeze into awkward, unnatural smiling poses is the best. And then to be able to cull out the unfortunate shots, with weird fleeting expressions and double chins and whatnot. I like this idea of how to be photographed at the brocante, or in whatever milieu one enjoys!