Do We All Look Like This?
On sovereignty, ambivalence, Céline, good advice and more.
Paris, April 2026.
Today, I’m writing the way I write on my main group chat. It’s called Le Chat, and it’s an ongoing text chain with multiple girlfriends about unfinished thoughts, beauty treatments, coupled AND single life ambivalences but also wonder, self-development, business, plane tickets and some “should I buy this.”
So here we are. First issue. And I have many. Uhuh.
The Actress
It was lunchtime in Paris and I was roaming around my neighborhood trying to find something quick and healthy to eat—the most difficult thing in Paris’ 7th arrondissement it appears, oh how I miss Sweet Green—when suddenly I saw this “woman of a certain age” and, for some reason, our eyes locked.
She had grey hair in a sort of chaotic nest above her head, dirty glasses slipping sideways, a completely bare face with an expression which seemed like it was taking hold. She was wearing ill-fitting clothes and, well. You get the idea. She looked a mess.
Something ticked in my mind. I recognized her.
