Paris in Color
by Nichole Robertson
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Nichole Robertson has joined the ranks of many an American author who arrived at that moment of being “over it.” In the two pages of text that serve as the introduction to this book of photographs, she recounts that moment when she looked to her husband and asked if he wanted to move to Paris. And to her surprise, he actually said yes.
She didn’t move entirely, however – as much as I wish life were a romantic comedy, it’s good to have reminders of the practical life. Robertson and her husband actually reside in New York but travel to Paris several times a year and stay in a temporary apartment. Logistics aside, this puts her in the ranks with Peter Mayle and Frances Mayes and Elizabeth Bard – those writers and dreamers who dare to take an aspirational conceit to the next level.
And though “Paris in Color” is, by all accounts, a picture book, that doesn’t lessen the journey for us readers as we flip through its pages. As the founder of a creative studio, she has an eye for imagery and colour and that is how this small volume is organized. Items as simple as Vespa, a window, a carrot, an empty chair outside a café - are all we need to be transported to Paris, and to that delightful mentality where a walk down the street can inform your whole day, or even your outlook on the world around you.
As a pal of mine says every time he returns to the United States from Paris: “We’ve been had!”