I love 'An American in Paris.' That's the one for me. Some of the visual ideas in that film are just haunting and very free.
It is altogether an extraordinary growing, swarming, glittering, pushing, chattering, good-natured, cosmopolitan place, and perhaps in some ways the best imitation of Paris that can be found (with a great originality of its own).
I loved Paris, Je T'aime. It's like my top favorite things I've ever done and I think it was a beautiful. I think it was a perfect seven minute movie, or whatever it was.
London is a riddle. Paris is an explanation.
I love the romance of Paris. I love Angelina [tearoom and pastry shop]. I always get a Mont-blanc [pastry] there.
[Las Vegas in the early 1960] was thrilling, exciting... I would describe it as very Parisian.
I have two loves: my country and Paris.
Paris can be like the land of the Lotus-Eaters. You can't leave.
There is but one Paris and however hard living may be here, and if it became worse and harder even—the French air clears up the brain and does good—a world of good.
Paris is a sum total. Paris is the ceiling of the human race. All this prodigious city is an epitome of dead and living manners and customs. He who sees Paris, seems to see all history through with the sky and constellations in the intervals.
If I were to choose one single thing that that would restore Paris to the senses, it would be that strangely sweet, unhealthy smell of the Métro, so very unlike the dank cold or the stuffy heat of subways in New York.
Paris was a museum displaying exactly itself.
Paris, on the other hand, looked exactly as it was supposed to look. It wore its heart on its sleeve, and the strange thing was that the heart it wore so openly was in other ways so closed-mysterious, uninviting.
I don't want to sound too silly or pretentious about this, but, you know, I love being in Paris. I love working at Louis Vuitton. I love fashion. That's why I do it. No one's forcing me to do this. And nobody forces anyone to buy it. It's a real love affair.
