Today I went to check out fashion designer Jean-Charles de Castelbajac’s exhibition on his work. He gets a lot of influences from Pop Art, English pop music and modern-time icons from cartoon figures to soda brands. JC/DC’s world is very colorful and multi-faceted – like the Rubik’s Cube. In the first exhibition hall the visitor is confronted with two huge cubes, and mirrors that are omnipresent. All this with a sharp disco lighting.
Oui oui, it’s true, we wii – and you? So you guessed, after the due time of psychological preparation Sebu bought the game console. Wiis are the newest hype in Paris. These desperately sought game wonder-boxes come into stores, and disappear before you get to inhale again. A few virtual tennis games yesterday, not bad. I like the fact that you can get moving. It’s actually quite amazing that even if you’re someone like me, whose cup of tea truly doesn’t contain any game-like flavors, you get the taste of the thingy quite fast. You just gotta beat that record, do a bit better! Just one more.
Paris has some pearls hidden on its side alleys. In the 16th district you can admire some Art Deco buildings. The beauty of them is that these dwellings contain details able to carry you beyond your everyday hassle. It is enough to lift up your eyes from the street dust.
Sarah and Daniel organized their house-warming party. Manzana, smart apple liquor drinks and cocktail bites. I talked about life in Peru and politics. In today’s France it is difficult to identity yourself in a politician. Either the ideology goes, but competence clashes, or the opposite. Usually your color shows through. I believe in choosing people like you to represent you.
We had a long weekend full of friend-time. On Saturday we saw JB, on Sunday we spent the day at Nathalie’s and Fred’s house – the barbecue ribs were delicious – and on Monday it was Virgile’s turn to celebrate his newly obtained thirty years. We toasted with Champagne, the third time in a row for me at his house. Not bad!
Our visit to the Alps was truly refreshing. Actually I was more impressed by the scenery that I had expected. Sebu’s big bro Stephane and family live in a small village, in a valley from where you can see the Mont Blanc. We had a picmic up on the hills, visited a trendy ski resort Megeve and had some god ‘ol mountain food called tartiflette – a cheece, potato, bacon and onion casserole. Sturdy stuff for sure.