14th
Chapitre 2: Modern Art Blows
…or at least that is my take on the stuff. I suppose the Basquiat shown above is provocative, but that’s probably because I dug the flick so much. He seemed like an interesting enough dude. Anyways, Graham & I checked out the Modern Art Museum at the Pompidou. The place is architecturally insane from the outside, but it ends there. I mean get a load of this crap. I renamed some of the “art” to things I felt were a bit more appropriate. The people that created this stuff had seriously twisted upbringings. No other explanation.
Random Tidbit > The metro here is dank. Unlike NYC, you actually have an idea when trains are coming.
Also hit the Cimetiere du Pere-Lachaise – one of the most celebrated burial places in the world. A must see in my book. Serious roster of spirits inhabit these grounds: Sarah Bernhardt, Proust, Gertrude Stein, Oscar Wilde, and Chopin to name a few. Oh yeah, here’s the Morrison money shot.
Epiphany > I took a bath the other day. It rocked. I almost fell asleep. Must repeat many more times in coming weeks.
Status Report:
Current Events – I tried to read some International Herald News thing this morning during my daily dose of croissants and oeufs jambon. It lasted all of two minutes. Yawn. Get the torch to China already. By the way, humans can absolutely survive on pork products, baguette, Nutella crepes, fois gras, and Orangina for extensive periods of time. No shit.
Literature – About half way through Kitchen Confidential, great read. Levine, you need to read this STAT. Separately, my eating habits in NYC will change dramatically if/when I get back there. Wow, nutty stuff I really didn’t want to know about. Like him or not, Bourdain is one entertaining character.
Cell phone: Don’t have one.
Not much else to report, other than this hotel is so far beyond what I should be at, it’s scary. Here is a look out the window. I roll up in my backpack, and half the oil magnates of the world are in the lobby sipping tea and wiping their asses with 100 Euros. Werd.
