I wanted to find a way to recreate that sense of wonder, while also reflecting with Olivia and by myself on what it means to embody femininity and masculinity in an urban setting that is changing culturally, but not necessarily on a structural level, and that can come across as hostile as a result of this inner conflict.

Is there a place for beauty, for dancing, for playing around, for being silly and joyous and visibly out there, in Paris and in other cities? Yes and no. It depends on the time of the day, the space you’re inhabiting, who you’re with, and so many other factors.

I certainly know that mornings are still strongly dominated by productivity, and the paths that so many of us have to take in autopilot mode to reluctantly get to their workplace. Oh, what a dream to be adults playing in the middle of the street at 11 am, Olivia. Thank you for joining me in treating these streets, bridges, lampposts, cobblestones, and mirrors, as a playground. As it should be.