I have never been keen on actors. I couldn’t get the crazyness behind Dirty Dancing and my girlfriends during college with Patrick Swayze, not only because I haven’t seen the movie at that time, it was also because what I was witnessing when they were reinterpreting the movie seemed completely awkward. They were getting hysterical about special scenes, putting their hands between their legs and making strange birds noises. I wasn’t getting it at all, man.
Brad Pitt, George Clooney or either Zac Efron never made my panties wet. A Mathew Broderick in War Games could have, but it was a long time ago and already forgotten…

Anyway, since I first watched Curb your enthusiasm, I felt I had a special relationship with Larry David. Even tho he had no style, he had no hair, he could look like my father, I couldn’t care less… I was fascinated by his character and the show, I found it was the most funny and witty T.V shit.

I also claimed at some point that I couldn’t be friends with people who wouldn’t like him.

So when I saw this poster while riding my bicycle in Paris, I had the chivers looking at what was happening there. Larry talking to a young girl looking like Cinderella, and certainly telling her how ice-cream was born and how it keeps you clever freezeing the brain.

How could you do that to me Larry ??

Of course I do NOT want to meet you, it would spoil everything, but I’ll go and check that movie.

Thanks to the Malkovitch bros who introduced us.

It’s been a while since I love Rene&Radka pics, especially from the moment they depicted my Fafinettes in a Vogue supplement last year with little girls.

In July’s Vogue nippon issue, we (a bunch of Parisian fashionistas ! haha) have been asked to play our favorite character with designers seasonal clothes, here’s what you get when I dress up with Captain Herlock clothes(en Français Albator), you’ll also find Nadege Winter, Laetitia Crahay, Elisa Nalin and others figuring out their vision of japanese cosplay.

While I was googling BUFFALO UGLIEST SHOES to compare with the new breathtaking BAPESTA SANDAL,  I bumped into a cool website selling DVD’s of girls stucked in mud. Don’t worry, the fetish for the NIKE TN SHARK is still one of the craziest I’ve ever witnessed…

Whatever… Here are some extracts from the blu-ray DVD’s you can buy online, explanations for each movie goes like this : “Girl in Miss Sixty leather pants stuck in snow with Nissan 350 Z, pedal pumping” or “Jill & Sue in riding boots make carstuck & mud wrestling“. Fabulous, Fabulous…

My everyday and neverending search of places to work on my comic in Paris is bringing me to spots I am sure some would find completely insipid, but – I was born that way- that I find particularly interesting… Call it the Café de Flore syndrom or whatever, but you’ll see it’s not exactly what I am looking for.

Since I gave up going to public libraries, more crowded than the Salvation Army soup at Christmas Eve, I felt back on Cafés, Brasseries and other Tea spots. I could work at home, but it would be without counting on my ability to flit from my laptop to my fridge, from my magazines to my feet nails… Anyway… During that quest, I divided the places I’ve already been in two groups for the atmosphere they provide.

• First group includes Cafés and Brasseries : when I’m craving for some dirty toilets, white aproned busy waiters, when I want to hear coffee cups ting, when I want to listen to stupid conversations between a salesman and his client, when I want to watch the street scenery and how the young Parisian chicks are dressed, I go to “Le père tranquille” 1°, “Le square Trousseau” 12°.

• Second group includes Tea spots, I could have also put the Organic restaurants in this section, but they actually need their own chapter. Well, when I want to mingle with the “intermittents du spectacle” (roadies, actors, comedians, puppetters, talented portfolios photographers), when I want to hear the waitress explaining in less than ten minutes the difference between Lapsang souchong and Rooibos, when I want to listen to clients dismiss their order of Spice bread because in fact it’s not 100% vegan, when I want to watch stingy women asking for more than twelve free tea samples during one hour and a half, I go there : “L’Autre thé” 11°, “Le bar à thé” 12°.

I try to find new places eveyday, more to come soon, I promise.

This morning I woke up in a really bad mood…

I didn’t sleep well, maybe due the fact that Neil was sleeping in the middle of the bed : means that we are trying to find some room out of the mattress, on the layer of the bed itself, that could explain my back pain… Maybe because his two or three toy trains were also in da house, under my arms, hidden in my hair, or somewhere on the sheets… Maybe because he woke me up around two shouting at me to repair his dumper truck and to have a glass of water.

Or maybe it’s due to the fact that “les anglais ont débarqué”, as it happens every months for a lady in good condition, or maybe it’s all of those reasons together ! Boys, when such things happens, drop it… Prepare your G.I bags, go to sleep at some understanding friends appartment and come back after the storm, naked.

Today I hate everybody, my white hair sucks more than yesterday, I want to sleep all day long, I think it’s cold outside “where’s the fucking spring in fucking Paris ?”, I almost provoked two car accidents on my way to the gym because I didn’t see those people arriving on the left, the internet connexion at home is not fast enough, I can’t properly read a DVD in my laptop, I have problems to rent a car online, my calfs are too big (but that ain’t new !) as you can see, I am in deep, deep trouble and I can’t do nothing for you.

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