Category Archives: PARIS

Paris In The Springtime

In 1982 I spent my first spring in Paris. I fell in love that season. Not with a woman, but a city. The Seine at dawn. Le Louvre. Pigalle. Croissants and crepes. My friends. And I still love Paris Pour toujours.

DONT FEED THE BEARS by Peter Nolan Smith

My second youngest sister has frequently called me a liar. In some ways Pam hasn’t been not wrong, for my remembrance of the past differs from the collective memories of family and friends. Several years ago I headed up to Maine for my younger sister’s birthday. Watchic Pond was a short distance outside of Portland. […]

Hiding Behind Fats

Back in the 80s I worked the door at the Bains-Douches in Paris. The owner suggested hiring new blood for security. My first choice was Big Jacques. Jacques Negrit was a tall, handsome and good-natured voyo from the slums of the peripherique. His gang was called Les Bufalos. Jacques was just out of prison. I […]

MAUVAIS MECS by Peter Nolan Smith

That year winter had been mild in Paris. Farther to the North there was snow and I was glad to have been detoured from Berlin to Paris by an urgent phone call. Vonelli was in trouble. When I got off the train in Gare Du Nord, no one waiting at the station, which was a […]

SKIN COLD AS ICE by Peter Nolan Smith

When Lou Reed died three years ago, a friend called to ask, if I had known the singer. I said, “No.” El-Roy was a pussy hound and asked if I thought Nico was a good fuck. “I don’t know,” I replied and hung up thinking one thing. The Velvet Underground’s singer was probably great in […]