La Vie Boheme...

There are things that make me really happy some of those things are French. Why the Francophile obsession. The answer is quite simple. I am a brown girl and all the eras in history have sucked for those that are brown. Except one space and time that was grand enough for anyone with enough talent. There was one place in time. One era glamorous and fabulous enough to satisfy my sensibilities regardless of my skin color. The time, space and place would have been Paris. Bohemian 1830-1930's Paris, France. My father fell in love with Paris when he performed and lived there and taught me the lyrics to La Vie En Rose as if it was my national anthem.

Not In Paris. Savannah GA.

A place where I could have been that brown girl sitting in a cafe, writing , while smoking a cigarette. 

A place where my photography could have lifted me regardless of my gender. 

A place where I could have had as many lovers obvious in inspiration to Cuban Spanish Anais Nin.

Not Paris...

And I sit here in front of this laptop while I imagine the cobblestone roads, the cafes, the fashion and the way the sun might set on a rainy afternoon in Paris. I crave the promise of a long gone era as if it wasn't carved out in time yet. I crave it and this is my vehicle... my time machine... my escape.

River Street Savannah GA

And I discuss with passion and intensity every aspect of politics, art and religion with my fellow Bohemians. We drink absinthe and toast with made up poems that are bred out of smoke and foreign languages. Poems so intense and those words were never heard of again. I would have bedded many free of shame. I am the rebel and the outcast. The misfit, outlaw and anarchist... not far fetched from who I've been in decades past.

Not Paris...Forsyth Park.

Like most things, I would have grown tired of it because it is fickle the mind of a time traveling Bohemian. At some point I would have rather been on the island selling alcapurrias by the beach. At some point I would have probably settled for a litter of kids and scrubbing rags by the river. Salted cod fish instead of caviar. Coconut water instead of champagne. That's the beauty of this place and space. The ability to time travel. 

Is there an era in time you wish to have existed?