Promenade plantée

I felt like taking a break from all the art galleries of Paris*, so I thought I would find the Promenade Plantée. Last time I went to Paris I tried my best to find it but a combination of my lack of any sort of natural sense of direction and my ability to be distracted by coffee and carbs meant that I never made it. However with an hour to spare and the help of GoogleMaps I made it!

Much like the  New York High Line the Promenade Plantée was created from an abandoned railway line that ran on a raised platform through the city. They have taken out the tacks and replaced it with green green green. There are joggers powering through, families trying to distract the kids and hungover hooligans trying to escape the drone of the city beat. And me.

The Promenade Plantée is a lot smaller and predictably more French than the High Line, but with the amazing Paris skyline just a few meters away it was the perfect quiet escape.

*Actually I needed to walk off the 4th croissant of the morning

Feted Magazine

One of the writing projects I am involved in is Fêted Magazine, the second edition is out now and it blew my socks off. Sisters and creators of Fêted, Clare and Sarah, have really pulled out all the stops for the second time around and I am super proud to have my little part of it.

This time the theme is Food and I was assigned the ‘My Favourite Things’ pages, so essentially I just got to talk about the foodie things I love the most!

Check out this little slice of internet heaven here: Fêted

Palais de Tokyo

Let’s be honest about this gallery discovery. I was feeling a little lazy and just wanted a gallery close to the Modern Art Museum – the Palais de Tokyo is right next door. Thank god for my laziness, because I honestly didn’t think a gallery like Palais de Tokyo existed anywhere outside a gritty city like New York.

The official description of this place is a ‘site for contemporary creation’, as far as I can gather it is a space for emerging artists to take over and make their own. What a space it is, a crumbling (once grand) concrete behemoth that is the perfect gallery space. You follow a fluro pink line throughout the giant halls to discover art installations around every corner.
I wasn’t so taken with a lot of the pieces, but somehow the setting made them utterly captivating. Seeing glimpses of the different works as you made your way up spiral staircases or rounded a concrete barrier was just fascinating.

What was also nice was that this was as far as you could get from a stuffy gallery. There were no hushed voices or reverential tones, the Palais de Tokyo is a space where you an know nothing and just appreciate things because you think they are cool.

Hats off to the designers who did this building identity, the hot pink lines and angles make sense of the journey through the building and in my opinion are just as awesome as the art.

Palais de Tokyo