wigwam wrote:what did you say to him and what did he say and all taht? and i want answer to my facebook question too, it's what i'd have done, stroked it and patted it and sang that "my only child be not so bliiiind"
here was my day today: went to the cinematheque museum in the 12th; it was awesome. decided to go exploring because i had nothing else today. determined my route by following cute girls, more or less. i really just didn't want to lead a group of cyclists, even though i'm the fastest, because traffic terrifies me. i followed someone going west and north, which was the direction i wanted to go, until i thought it was too far north, so i headed west following a sign saying clichy this way, and i was like, hey, good book and movie, i'll go wander. i ended up on some street that was one sex shop next to another, and it was awesome, so i was like where am i? so i looked at the sign, and it said boulevard de clichy. perfect. then i biked past the museum of eroticism and couldn't pass it. that was pretty cool. so then i decided to go to the eiffel tower--more for the ride than to see it because i'm riding without a map, and i refuse to ask questions. i just want to explore the city. i eventually went by the champs-elysees and saw the arc and the tower. then i get a message from my mom asking if i want to eat, so i decided to go back home. i was in the 7th, so i new i needed to go east to the 5th, where i'm staying... however i did not know how far south i was.
while i was going in the right direction, it was impossible to know where to turn--especially because i was so far south. i ended up in the 13th, so i knew i had gone too far, so i went back north, near the cinemathque in the 12th, where i started, and just decided to go home my normal route. however, normal routes, when done once and in light traffic are far different in rush hour. i then missed my turn onto saint michel by notre dame and was then stuck on a one way going the wrong way. i end up way far west, so i go south and find saint germain, which runs very close to my house. as i'm riding in the bike lane, i see this short, chubby old man with long hair, sun glasses and a big nose. i think nothing of it, and then i was like, wait--there's no way. i need a closer look. so i get off my bike and walk back to where he was standing, and i stand beside him. i had never been so star struck in my life... i couldn't come up with anything to say, at all.
just as i muster something resembling courage some tall, slender, brunette babe walks up, coming out of sephora. i give up, get on my bike and leave [it was seriously at least 5 minutes standing 10 ft from him with my bike]. i hated how ridiculous i was; then, i was like, what kind of story is i stood next to philippe garrel, not really sure it was him, so i rode through some small streets and found them again. i kept my distance, got off my bike and walked. they crossed saint michel 50 feet from my front door, so i follow, and i see them sit down at some cafe.
i run home; since he's eating he'd be there a while. i look up a current picture, and am determined to talk to him. however, i couldn't interrupt him eating with this girl, so i walk along this row of movie theaters for 15 or 20 minutes, and pretend to look at times, then i'm like... okay, i'll see if he's going to viridiana, which starts soon. i can wait. i then go buy some water at monop. as i walk back to the theater, i see him sitting alone with his glass off.
i walk across the street, ask "etes-vous philippe garrel?" he says, "oui," and we shake hands. he starts to stand up, i say "j'adore tes films" and "bon soir." i then walk home and call my gf for $1.50 a minute elated, and make all the posts you've seen here/on fb.
i didn't want to be an asshole, i just wanted us to acknowledge the existence of our persons in the same space. i didn't ask for an autograph or picture, though i had capabilities for both. i thought he'd be a dick, especially being interrupted by an asshole who's been stalking you at dinner.
i did not touch his hair.