The sky is is so blue today on the other side of the Atlantic. I don’t even what time it is in New York. Through the vail curtains of my one room little flat of Paris the sun has already warmed up a little bit, caressing every object with a warm touch. I’m making a pause from a drawing I’m making in the kitchen. Some repetto flats titled sobrietly “De La merde” (or is it Yoko Ono).
The only table available in the flat is in the kitchen. A large normande in dark wood. I just have enough space to draw or write.
I had lunch already, of pasta and tomato sauce and chocolate as dessert. I rarely eat at night. Always busy doing something else. My mind is somewhere else’s. I’m starring at the blue sky on the TV screen. The blue sky of New York that Tuesday.
I’ve never been in New York. I wonder how it could be. Are the streets still the same as when Andy Wharol was giving away to the people interview? I’m sure I would like it still.
The same blue sky as Michel Gobert and his plane for Air France that was taking off from a disc player en trompe l’œil Disc player. It’s funny all the things you can do with airplanes. ✈️
My first time was not so long ago for the south of France. This ad with Gigi Lepage the stylist of Tandem with Vanessa Paradis