If I was trying to be more accurate, this posts should be titled: Meat, Champagne, Art and Cigar. But I didn’t have a good photo for that title. So I settled for Croissant and cigarettes.
This past weekend I flew down to Paris to attend my friend, Espen Dietrichson, gallery opening. Hanging in Paris in the spring, with no greater plans, in good company and surrounded by lovely creative people, is definitely something I can suggest to anyone.
A bonus was that Espens brother, Ketil Dietrichson, had been stranded in Paris due to Eyjafjallajökull volcanic eruption. Ketil works in LA as cinematographer, so never really thought out path would cross. Ketil and I were very much the commercial whores in the otherwise predominantly arty gathering.
Beside all the amazing meat, nice weather, cold drinks and good company, I can strongly recommend anyone looking for nice furniture and decorations to visit the Les Puces de Saint-Ouen flee market.
[...] The Paris trip I actually made before the break, but it was a partly a opportunity that arose from having one, so I tend to include it into the whole shebang. I’ve already written about this journey in the post titled ‘Croissant and cigarettes‘. [...]