So how's the weather

Take the most beautiful spring day you can imagine in New York, slap on vibrantly blooming flowers, gardens everywhere, winding streets, cobblestones, actual warmth and sunlight, translate that day into everyday and you have Paris in April. And May I'd imagine as well. When it rains the streets breathe and scintillent

Leaving for Morocco tomorrow. Hitting up Casablanca, Marrakech, Fez and Ouarzazate. Oh yea and the Sahara desert at night. I'll be MIA for a week. Piccies when I return.

Once upon a Behati

Once upon a time I went to two gallery openings in New York one balmy winter's eve with my good friend Reni Lane, newly signed to Custard/Universal/gloriousness. If you're out there somewhere in Brooklyn, tu me manques à Paris.

The first one we went to featured sexual themes and willy wonka-esque colors. The artist was a middle-aged man who I guess overcame his crisis. I think he was a teacher beforehand. After gorging ourselves on mini cupcakes, we were getting bored and decided to venture into utilities closest from which many people were curiously flitting in and out.

We found ourselves amidst piles of Jeurgen Teller issues, gigantic rolls of bubble wrap and a bunch of new york art scenesters getting high on that cat nippy herb whose name I fail to remember. There was a nice girl there with a floppy rastafarian hat getting very cuddly on some boy. She introduced herself as Behati, which meant nothing to me until Reni informed me that she was some big model or something. Well this model person left her auburn calvin klein sweater behind in her spontaneity. We took it for safe keeping and it was passed onto me.

Dear Behati,

If you miss your sweater. I have it if you ever want it back.

This is not a fashion blog. Damnt I swear! But seriously I had a rough half month. Stay tuned for my various revelations on life.

youtube symphony orchestra

I would SOO go see this if I were in New York

Your greatest revelations will be in the park

So that's why I don't want to sit on a pyramid...

M.I.A.

Since the boat party and prodigy concert that smacked my ears up:

- went to l'opéra garnier and listened to a Greek tragedy in Italian to the stylings of Mozart with French subtitles. Moving but too many languages. Will definitely return to the opera. Bought someone else's tickets for the first time - for some reason the woman selling them targeted me and only me. Perhaps my munching on an olive roll made me look box worthy. A lot of gold and fancy shmance.

- Saw the Eiffel Tower up close and personal. Yes can you believe it's been this long? Saw the Andy Warhol exhibit. Nipples and color.. not a big fan of pop art but at least I know what he was all about now. Commission. Saw Ave Montagne - Chanel, Prada, YSL et cetera and the glitziest hotels in the brilliant sunshine. Sat on a green green lawn near Trocadero with the gamins and smelled the pollenated air of spring. Watched them be all entitled and carefree. Walked along a rooftop park. Went to a bio market with meticulous mountains of strawberries. Went to Palais de Tokyo. Hipster art abounds. Space Invaders! Search for them.

- Had a hearty lunch at American Breakfast in Paris. Loved making 75% of the noise in the room with the posse without feeling loudly inappropriate Americans. Huge pancakes. A fucking veggie burger. VEGGIE burger. Well more precisely tofu. Went back to Le Potager du Marais. Vegetarian food! Quinoa croustillant. Fabulous.

Less M.I.A. and summarizy post this post.

Manish Arora pics

Check out fashionista for Manish Arora pics or my flickr for other pics as well. According to fashionista, I happened to stumble upon the best show of the bunch.

And so begins my electro filled week-end: First stop a red boat on the Seine that is also a club. A boat club. Called Le Batofar. Then Prodigy on Sunday. I should totally do some tectonic to prepare myself.

Owen Wilson, PWNED

I pass this work of art almost everyday. I couldn't resist..

What really surprises me is the fact that the ninja mask wasn't pulled over the face of that woman