an illustrated journey of an american in paris
My first exhibition at Un Jour Une Illustration Gallery / Paris
Delighted to invite you into my watercolor world in my first digital exhibition at the Parisian gallery “Un Jour Une Illustration”, “Paris I Suppose”, available online January 6th-February 24th. IRL vernissage January 13, 15h-18h. More here. 3 Rue Augereau, 75007 Paris, France
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Here’s a taste of my sweet new book chez Marabout Eaux de Fruits: Les aguas fresca désaltérantes, including 33 easy recipes for the freshest never-before-seen-in-France agua frescas. Take a chill pill and order here.
Save the date: Live portrait drawing and book signing at the Jumble Sale June 17th 12PM-5PM, Le Mary Celeste 1 Rue Commines, 75003 Paris. More here.
Photos © Richard Boutin
Need a sign for the Day Without a Woman strike? I finally just launched a bonafide Etsy shop with downloadable printable coloring protest signs. Check it out below. More about that very soon…
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There are two types of Americans in Paris. Those who go home the month of August and those who stay. Although I secretly envy those who can binge on a month-long ice cream headache of Americana, my summers are a more local affair, doing a mini Tour de France of friends’ vacation homes throughout this fine country.
I’m pondering what France’s summer traditions are, but I’m blanking. Oh, yeah the month of August not at home, fleeing to everywhere but here? Merguez on the grill? Spritz on a terrace? Summer reading and late dinners? A bottle of chilled rosé on ice?
Ok, these new traditions work just fine for my developing adult tastes. But I still can’t help but miss those sticky childhood summers at home in Chicago: the twinkling bell of the paletas guy selling my favorite ice pop arroz con leche, shucking the golden husks off sweet corn hot off the Weber grill, the self-inflicted pain of watching daytime tv all day long and the call of arms when the ice cream truck roll through the neighborhood.Although I come from the Klondikian school of frozen treats, the Magnum bar is my good-to Euro replacement. I quickly learned last summer that “A Magnum-a-day keeps the bikini bod at bay”. But every now and then, it’s the only thing that will do the trick. Happy Summer!
There comes THAT time in any illustrator’s life. Yes, there’s the first magazine publication. The first published book. But to challenge myself and get into the holiday spirit, I conquered the 12 Days of Christmas! Next stop, illustrate the horoscope pages…
Have you preordered my book Edible Paradise: A Coloring Book of Seasonal Fruits and Vegetables yet? It’s never too late to kick off a year filled with creativity and seasonal eating…
I recently celebrated my 7-year Parisversaire! Yes, that is 7 years of morning boulangerie runs, nauseating boughts of cultural differences, and a bookshelf unapologetically filled with administrative proof that I do indeed live in this enchanted city of Paris, France. As much as I try to steer away from the Pretty Postcard Paris that is so much better captured by my blogging compatriots, I recently found myself in a giddy state when I saw there was a Ladurée in Megève where I am currently vacationing. Twice removed, Ladurée here has all the charm and appeal it did when I was just a young American navigating the cold cobblestoned streets of Paris. It was no little blue box, but the little green bag worked just as well. Scraping together a few hard-earned euro pieces promises a few glorious macarons and a few moments of pure pleasure. Yes, I am a tourist at heart.