Ivy Chartres Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

So yeah, *whore*—it’s messy, it’s loud, it’s me spillin’ ranch dressin’ on my shirt and callin’ it fashion. It’s Doc sayin’, “Dope’s the third rail, man,” but *whore*? That’s the whole damn train, crashin’ through your skull! Love it, hate it, can’t stop it—chaotic absurdity, baby! Now lemme get back to these machines—MOO, BITCH!

Fondly uttered platitudes on art and architecture | Dr James Alexander Cameron

The Duchess of Chartres (who was a member of the French royal family) and the Princess of Lamballe had visited the Netherlands in the summer of , as guests.

I know, ok, sometimes I sound loony, haha. But hey, my job’s got me tuned to every heartbeat of Chartres. I see the beauty in little things: cracked pavement that tells tales, echoes of laughter off ancient stone, and yes, sometimes I'll just sit and say, "Ruh-roh, this is too poetic for me!" Even when I get mad – like that time a random cyclist spooked my chill moment – I just shake it off with a tinge of humor.

A Schismatic Pilgrimage?