So, you’re a contemporary artist. And you have a chance to make an installation at the Centre Pompidou in Paris. What an opportunity! It’s right above the main entrance, too. And its for children. So thousands, probably millions will experience it. What, then would you do? Read more
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03.12.11
Only children
I’m in Paris for the weekend with Honey. She’s doing her Kumon while I’m writing this blog. I know, the dreaded Kumon. But it only takes 10 minutes. Afterwards we are going skating on the Eiffel Tower. And then the zoo. And then a movie too. (Its all very Lou Reed, if you can forget the fact that he wrote Perfect Day about heroin. Allegedly.) We’ve escaped the rest of the family, and its just me and her. Wow! I can see why only children end up being masters of the universe. Read more
17.06.11
Head lice? or Hadyn?
So, its the head lice or G sharp Minor. No contest. I’ll deal with the little blighters later. Meaning the lice, naturellement. “Alors!” I cry. Today I have decreed Read more
