deux ou trois choses, 19 march 2023
Today at the boulangerie the transparent door was painted with protest graffiti. It made the place seem closed for a second, then I saw a man and a woman in black winter coats reaching for the handle and coming in. Inside, the classic boulangerie warmth filled the air, surrounded by the quiet hum of dimanche. I watched, hypnotised to be honest, the man and woman checking out the viennoiseries: he had a pair of tiny elliptical sunglasses he didn’t bother to take off, she had a small leather bag with a hefty YSL logo buckle, gleaming in gold. Their big coats carried a slight hint of ‘fashion’ - something in the silhouettes, I thought, or maybe it wasn’t the coats but the way they carried themselves in them. I kept looking at the metallic YSL, a sharp focal point within the snug cloud of wooden shelves and crusty baguettes. Luxury, it seems, has a point.
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