moving moments alongside the river > those paintings > those buildings > those people you thought you knew
When you got a lock on Paris, you are already chasing the contrails of things past > macarons and the eiffel tower are the tips of our fingernails…
We will let you in on the secret—It’s even better then you can imagine, more delicious, weirder…let us show you all the things that make the whole wide world love Paris, but let’s also see the sides that made us local little maniacs dare to dream that we could make it here, in a city where a kilo of poulet costs about your hourly salary and landlords practically want to see your parents naked before you can drop your toothbrush in their mouldering Airbnb rejects.
paris is defined as: rage against wrongs, and utter lack of hesitancy to set shit on fire over it
paris is defined as: tradition as foundation > then a springboard > then a driver < never a sarcophagus
<at least for those who make it to these pages>
There are two sides to Paris, one: oppressively touristic and expensive and then: the other side—the side you cannot buy because it’s not for sale—the side that can only be earned. Paris always gives you more than she takes but first you have to get an adresse here. (Also expensive though)
Something further afield from what’s sold to you by supposed ‘local’ blogs run by marketing agencies and ChatGPT (not naming names but WE KNOW LOL « As a French woman… ». We live here year-round and actually live our Franprix, metro line 11, and French Tinder lives here…And we don’t skip dessert.
We, the parisians, declare a deescalation in the aspirational war > against sanity. We, the parisians, hereby ~unfuck~ the saccharine image of our city.
We the parisians > hereby invite you to see things you thought you knew, with us, the reckless riders of PARIS D E F I N E D MAGAZINE – the final boss of Paris Lifestyle Commandments, Rules, and Regulations.