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A few nights ago Julien and I were back in the bowels of Paris which is the metro, snaking our way back to familiar territory: rue Oberkampf, to watch a concert. Pinback doesn’t have a new album out but for some reason they are touring. And thank god they’re touring – I was surprised that they sounded so good live (I always imagined them to be a ‘record’ band). And the frontman was très bavard too, something an audience always appreciates. I think.

And Friday night we found ourselves in a huge Hausmannian flat – two apartments merged into one, with the tall ceilings and creaking floorboards and low lights, friends and family, red wine.

I have this strange feeling of being split into two these days. I feel like my old self when I’m out by myself, and at the same time I feel like I’m this other person when I’m at home doing the whole Mommy routine. It’s like slipping into a different skin that’s neither new nor old. I can’t explain very well; the lines are too fuzzy. Maybe I’m not my old self anymore, and maybe I didn’t really turn into someone new. I’m probably just blurring at the edges, and settling into something I can’t put a name to. Evolving, merging. Or something like it.

Something to make your day:
Cannons by Youth Lagoon

Currently listening to:
Youth Lagoon
The Years of Hibernation