It's been almost a year and a half now since I left the paved streets and stone buildings of Montmartre.
To live in what has been my culture in many ways: the film, the music, and, consequence of globalisation and of my future cholesterol, the nutrition. The barriers collapsed, America invaded Europe with its heavy Texas Rangers shoes.
You must experience it to understand it. Living in New-York is like being at the premiere of what the world will see a few seconds, or sometimes a few months after you. It's like living in a movie: Taxi Driver, Do the Right Thing, Panic in Needle Park. You are DeNiro in your creepy apartment, Spike Lee after the Montrose stop, and Pacino in the Upper West Side. It's having friends who work for Sarah Jessica Parker's children, or live a street away from Michel Gondry. Because these people actually exist, and your friends work or live just by them. It's hearing and saying words that you have always heard on your TV: Brooklyn Lager, BedStuy, "Taxi!". It's living in a world that you thought was only in 2D.
But it's not a 2D world. And there is no camera, no staff running behind the facades of the buildings. No "cut", no "action", no return to reality. Because this is reality, this, that I saw in 2D, on my screen, in my room in the stone building.
It's like being an actress.
And a French girl in New-York, even with a Brooklyn Lager in BedStuy, shouting "Taxi!", will always smell the hot croissant of her childhood mornings and the sound of Serge Gainsbourg's voice.
