I was lucky when I first moved to Paris and a friend of a friend said you need to meet this barista who is also from Seattle. And I met the barista and I went to her coffee shop a few times a week with my French homework. And also at the coffee bar was a New Yorker in the midst of launching the second issue of Pecan magazine and she handed me the pink Paris copy. It’s a guide to cities, illustrated and mapped – in their own sense – by the artists who live and work there. I later picked up my own copy of Pecan x Paris at Ofr books.
The New Yorker would introduce me to an ever widening circle of friends and expats. As people moved away, other people would arrive. She would get a dog named Henry and we would meet at places with good coffee – always coffee.