All That Glitters
No, it isn't a camera trick. The eggs at Flore really are this golden, and they taste it, too. Probably because food in France is generally not “preserved” or otherwise altered with some chemical cousin of a Styrofoam cup. For the record, these are Gregg's eggs from this summer pictured here, but I've been eating them every day at Flore (oeufs au plat, bacon). What with the ruined dollar, my favorite, the salade landaise (goose livers, salade frisée, and a raw egg), at 15 euros plus 30% (ie, $20), is out of the fucking question!
Gaito got us this cheese, which he heated in the oven, in the balsa wood thing it came in, for seven minutes. Amazing, fantastic, marvelous, fabulous, superbe!
Even the centerpieces are golden and edible. (Those are apricots around the vase.) That was the first photo I took when I came into France, as I was walking from the RER (suburban train that runs to and from the airport) stop at Invalides. (Only dumb old LA Times travel writer Susan Spano is too dim to figure out that you don't take the RER from nightmare station and pickpocket capital of the universe, Les Halles. I guess that's why she, not Jason Stone, earns the big bucks for Paris blogging.)
What a brilliant thing to do to a vase. I'm on it!
Sheryl at January 19, 2005 4:07 AM
I'm waiting for the vase made out of eggs and bacon.
Charlie at January 19, 2005 4:52 AM
The top photo is absolutely gorgeous. I love those lacey, dabbled edges of egg white and pink! Is that a skylight reflected in the yolk?
I need to show you a book of still life photographs by Jan Grover sometime. She reveled over tabletops in a way similar to yours. And she fucked with representational space in a way similar to Cezanne's.
Lena at January 19, 2005 5:45 AM
I'm going to go fuck with a museum and Phillipe Model's hats and gloves today! Solde! (On sale, but probably unaffordable nonetheless!)
Amy Alkon at January 19, 2005 7:34 AM
Okay, okay, you're in Paris and we're not, but do you have to rub it in??? By the way, it's 80 degrees here in LA and the mountains are spectacular and the canyon streams are gurgling like you wouldn't believe. So there are compensations for our pallid little egg yolks and chemically tainted digestive tracts. On the apricots, admittedly, there is no comeback -- you win! Is that water in the vase, by the way, or Marc de Savoie?
modestproposal at January 19, 2005 5:21 PM
If it makes you feel any better...there's a greve!
Amy Alkon at January 19, 2005 11:24 PM
Those eggs are a thing of beauty.
M at January 20, 2005 5:31 PM