I am officially and madly obsessed with Maira Kalman. Exploring her work has truly been one of those prize experiences of vast and calamitous emotional movement. I love her bright colours, simple charming captions and beautiful bareness. She moves from existential longing to mundane musing with grace and ease, possessing an honesty that is remarkably connective. I came across her work Paris this morning and felt as though the very first illustration (Neitzsche, below) spoke directly to me - how ideal! I can already feel the cobblestones under my BCBG pumps and pate on my palette. Oh, Paris! I’m feeling refreshed and utterly romantic…

Maira Kalman | Paris | 2007