So, the obvious: I was crossing France and Germany with one boyfriend and one suitcase between us. I couldn’t buy EVERYTHING. My final total of twelve picture books (and four other books, plus the two I brought from home) was already more than I could manage comfortably. I did document some of the left-behinds that impressed me, though. I wanted to be able to look up the publishers and illustrators when I got home. And now you get the benefit!
A lot of the French books I left behind, I did so only because they had longer text, and I don’t speak French. I bought books that I could more or less enjoy as a complete package even without understanding the text. These first few are English, and there’s a decent chance I’ll see them in the States at some point.
This book is really, really gorgeous, and I put it back very reluctantly. Many interior illustrations here.
Flying Eye is the children’s book imprint of Nobrow Press, who I love. They made this one, which I’ve seen around quite a bit. From their website it looks like they just launched in February 2013, and with some of the prettiest design and illustration I’ve seen on either continent, they seem to be off to a good start.
One Night, Far From Here is gorgeous, but I skipped purchasing because the much hyped transparent overlays on each page really didn’t add much, and when you turned them over, they didn’t mesh with the artwork of the left-facing page.
Another from Tate Publishing–this is a collection of Russian books from the 1920s.
Okay, this isn’t a book. But Jesus!! That type! That’s the best type I’ve EVER SEEN.
It should be a book. I’d eat it.
Sorry for the action shot. Another lovely one from Sarbacane. They seem to do mostly picture books and BD (French comics).
An Angouleme winner. Glowingly bright and pleasingly drawn, and BIG!
Only skipped it because I couldn’t read it. 😦
I’ve got to hand it to La Rubrique à Bulles. It’s a shop for BD, but they had an AMAZINGLY curated little picture book section. It wasn’t greatly displayed, kind of crammed in a corner behind some furniture, but each and every book they had was *gorgeous.* All the French books above came from there, and about half of the ones I ended up buying. I dropped a lot of euros in that store. And then the guy working there told me next I should go to l’Enfant Lyre.
Really cute shop, amazing window displays.
And I’m sure I would have loved it….
…except it was closed.
Another illustrated by Renaud Perrin. This one by Rue du Monde, which looks interesting.
Dammit I forgot to get the cover of this one. It was awesome.
Another thing that was great in France? The bindings. No book jackets–all hardcover, some with pretty cloth spines like this one.
This one…. I should have gotten it. Observe:
There are cutouts over the eyes. Turn the page:
On to dogs. Oh crap, I should have bought this one too:
Ohh, and then! And then! I got to Chantelivre.
This store was recommended to me by Clémentine Bouvais, a French children’s lit scholar/author I follow on Twitter.
They had an amazing, overwhelming selection. And a nice shop lady there saw my full, sagging arms and weary expression and gave me a basket.
Animaux. The typeface made this one.
Another Père Castor!
Somehow I can’t find this book online, and I could keep looking but I’m getting hungry…. in the meantime, here’s the delicious website of the illustrator, Aurélie Guillerey.
Another by Alexandra Pichard, from Gallimard Jeunesse. I love an ant story.
Oh god, these toys. Okay: I carried that fox around Chantelivre for a good half hour before deciding it was too bulky to carry all the way home. Pity because it is SO SWEET, and I kept seeing and loving books by Marion Billet, who created the little guy.
Another toy I almost bought. How pretty would this look on a shelf? Djeco has nice toys.
It was nice to see the Bay repped.
And last, but not least. HOW F***ING CUTE:
The little dresses!!
Ooh– this one I actually photographed in Whole Foods after I got home, but I saw it everywhere in Europe. It’s by Britta Teckentrupp, who I’m starting to love.
And speaking of home, and books…
I don’t have to buy this one, he’s mine. (And yes, his name is Books.) ❤