The White Butterflies


So I was walking along the canal Saint Martin with a friend and our cameras, and we came upon some butterflies. As we looked around, we saw butterflies on almost every surface – the walls, the sidewalks, the bridge!

So we asked someone what was going on, and we were directed to a man in a blue shirt and told that he was the artist.

He explained to us that his name was Milan Rai and he was from Nepal. He’d started the project there, and started traveling with it.

He talked to me for a minute on video so I could share it here with you, since that’s so much better than me just writing about it, right?

Be Like Me

I don’t really enjoy going to Pennsylvania.

I grew up there, and left there when I was 18. I tried my hardest to keep in touch with friends, and for a few years made not one but two trips per year (back when you could get airfare for under $200 round-trip). Then cut back to just Christmas, and then decided not to come back for Christmas. That was around the time I was starting to eat healthier and any holiday that involved massive quantities of food I couldn’t or wouldn’t eat was a hugely stressful affair. My parents probably thought I was quite difficult to deal with. I would come with these recipes – first for steaks (my dad always overcooked and never seasoned his steaks, then ate with ketchup), then vegetarian, then vegan… I remember one Christmas when I was told there would be sweet potatoes. I was happy about this. Something I could eat. Closer to dinner time I asked where they were and was pointed towards a marsh of butter and brown sugar.