Paris is a dead end in August. And we are the resident zombies roaming the streets for cheap thrills and a decent brioche. The Puritan inside of me was happy to return from vacation to reality. If the early bird gets the worm, I would be an organized, self-promotion machine by the time la rentree rolls around in two weeks. Unfortunately, dipping my toes into Breaking Bad and Pinterest has put a crashing hault to the other things on my professional development to-do list.
Luckily, I’ve been able to squeeze in a few faux ice cream tests between Walter White and the personification of my food geekery. Mon mari has been taking the photos for me. However, he could never be a food photographer because he is too emotionally attached to food. “Are you sure you want to do that?” he interrogated as I scooped a butter ball of faux glace onto a perfectly edible apple tarte. In food photography, most everything gets either contaminated or thrown out at the end of the day. It is a pity, but I have come to the painful realization that as a food stylist, it is not my responsibility to turn 5 pounds of fake ice cream into a pound cake. But rest assured, no Magnum bars were harmed in the making of this smiley.
Nevertheless, I need your help. Do know of anything for a zombie or two to do in Paris this time of year?
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