We have some friends-of-friends who rent Art Spiegelman and Françoise Mouly’s Paris apartment, and naturally, they invited us over for Thanksgiving dinner. Realizing this would be a great opportunity to expand on the coterie of famous people with which we have exactly one degree of separation, we accepted.Aside from apartment’s gargantuan bathroom, the most interesting thing about it was the wall hangings. Among them were a print of Chris Ware’s “Rocket Sam,” various New Yorker covers (yet only one was Spiegelman’s, his black-on-black post-9/11 homage), and a Dan Clowes poster that one of the girls who lives there had taken down because it gives her nightmares.
End result: fleeting pangs of homesickness have been sated by roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, Stove Top stuffing, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, and of course lots of French wine, cheese, and bread. I was so full and drunk afterward, that I felt like torching an Indian village.
A re-interpretation of Art Spiegelman’s 9/11 cover. Deep... :
Did the apartment smell like stale cigarettes?
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