The area south of Porte de Clingancourt (north of Montmartre) where we’ve been living is a “real Paris” (mostly North and West African) neighborhood, and we’ve discovered some interesting spots: 1)
Le Nant: A retro-futuristic 1960s
Star Trek-style lounge cum old-man bar, featuring a cat with a cancerous mouth tumor and a talkative Serbian truck driver. 2) La Divette de Montmartre: Another crazy bar where the walls and ceiling are covered with vintage picture vinyl – including the
Spider-Man Rockomic Book-n-Record. 3)
Vélo Vintage: The best bike shop in Paris. Two years ago, we met the owner in an underground parking garage in the 18th
arrondisement, where he was selling at that time.
I went to a costume party the other night, and Robin laid an egg. I went as
Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, which, for me requires nothing more than walking around with an old-fashioned cigarette filter in my mouth and muttering things about how Nixon was a werewolf.
Some arty highlights: 1)
Michael Wolf: I went and saw this exhibition because his work reminds me of what I could possibly imagine my future work someday looking like – in a perfect world filled with huge budgets and helicopters. I added up his sales sheet, and in three weeks he sold 176,000 euros worth of prints. 2)
Martin Parr: This guy’s work reminds me a bit of Austin photographer
Will Van Overbeek, but Parr’s collection of Saddam Hussein wristwatches was what made the price of admission. 3)
Né Dans Le Rue: An excellent graffiti exhibit at the Fondation Cartier. 4)
Boris Mikhailov and 5)
Jerome Byron.
Also, new work by
Branislav Kropilak. And, I love what
this guy is doing.
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