Fricote, Mon Amour!

© Jessie Kanelos

Rarely do I find things that truly speak to me.  Maybe I’m generic, but I never really fit the bill of a proper sub-culture. Vintage fanatic?  Yes, but I’m missing Betty Page bangs.  Theatre major?  Yes, but I wasn’t onstage.  I was backstage wearing black frantically sewing hooks and eyes.   Lacking a social moniker, I just settled with being <***“artsy”***©>.  It gave me the social mobility to get along with everybody, except for actors.

Now that all my creative ventures revolve around eating, I am in “foodie” territory.  And nothing celebrates fooding and all of my other interests like Fricote Magazine, a French quarterly for the curious urban epicurean.  Marrying food, cuisine, illustrations, design, photography, fashion, and humor, it’s a bilingual expression of everything I love.  And with a steady list of food events and happenings in Paris, I can easily see myself getting involved (AKA I’m open for collaborations!).

Le bouche à oreille de Fricote ?

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