|behind-the-scenes of before sunset|
Celine's bohemian Paris apartment/art studio is a fantasy realized. It's exactly the sort of place young artists have envisioned when they dream of the "big city" for centuries. (Are the garret rooms of the penniless writer and his bohemian theater friends any different in Moulin Rouge?) I fell in love with it instantly and tried to push my apartment in that direction (it was already heading there). Her home fits the story so well.
|the infamous nina simone impression|
|dreamy artist loft: kitchen, office, dining, bedroom, livingroom and paint studio. notice the far wooden floor is damaged and abruptly changes to rough ceramic tile|
|color + texture + pattern for days: silk drapes, campaign chair, striped textiles, indian table, asian lanterns, oriental rugs...|
|not sure i could deal with such rough tiles, but otherwise they just add to the global flair of the space|
|is it bad to store cd's above a heater?|
|crowded but clean kitchen|
It's funny how her bed is in the middle of the room rather than over by the windows. I always say that in a studio apartment you need to embrace the bed rather than hide it behind more furniture. This is probably the darkest spot in the place and far enough from the windows for a modicum of privacy.
Despite all of Celine's reminders that he has a plane to catch, Jesse is determined to slip into her idyllic world - and wallow in that old feeling - completely charmed by her rabble and tea and singing and Nina Simone anecdote/impression. He's not going anywhere...
Burn baby, burn.