To celebrate milestone birthdays, Lucy Knisley and her mother spend 6 weeks in a rented apartment in the heart of Paris.
At it's core, French Milk is essentially a travel journal of experiences, sights, smells (and often tastes) of her Parisian meanderings, similar to Carnet de Voyage by Craig Thompson. Photographs are scattered like foils amongst Lucy''s dynamic brush strokes - line work that gives her illustrations a whimsical, effortless naivety that belies the obvious dedication and commitment to her skill development.
I would have liked to see more connection to Lucy''s internal experience - more attention paid to the reflection and resonance of her perceptions as opposed to the surface recording of events. The richest moments of storytelling were not in Paris at all, but the authentic threads woven at her childhood home.
This should not be seen as a negative but as an indication of how deep and connected Lucy Knisley can still travel, considering that French Milk is her creative offering at the youthful blush of 22. Much more can be expected from Lucy Knisley - she''s fun, she''s kooky, she draws super swell and even though I didn''t really want to - she made me care a little bit about Paris.