I was in this shop in Los Angeles when I took this picture. As always when I see something in America that reminds me of France, I have to capture my thoughts in a photograph. Maybe because I am afraid I will forget, or because I want to show my experiences to my friends when I come back to my country. It will always be interesting to observe how another nation defines my culture. I can’t imagine my life in America without a camera and all the memories it allows me to conserve.
This shop was very unusual. The clothes were cute, and expensive, but what I noticed first was this fake array of French bread. I saw, between a blue dress and a white shirt, a kind of reconstitution of my French kitchen, with fake baguettes, bottles of wine and olive oil. I felt I was the only one in the shop to be amazed. For a minute I wondered where I was exactly.