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Le vingt-trois mars, you get dressed as an arse. Oh!

Ce soir je fais un tour dans mon salon, un mini-voyage en jean pourri, oui, celui-ci. J’ai un peu de Buenos Aires, un petit (trop) peu de Paris, et puis des destinations inconnues d’où me sont arrivées des assiettes qui ressemblent à celles de mon grand-père, et un petit chien très drôle en miniature. Je vous laisse vous promener, et je vais continuer à rêver que j’habite chez Donald Judd entourée d’un ours d’Ariane et du mystère de Quadrant Grove… Tonight i’m travelling around my living-room, in my dirty old favourite jeans -yes, those ones. I’ve got a bit of Buenos Aires, and a (too) small piece of Paris, and souvenirs of unknown destinations -as the one where those dessert plates came from. They remind me of my grand-father’s, which is why i really couldn’t resist buying a huge pile of them (for about 1 euro) some time ago. This « scary » dog was found the other day and really wanted to come home: I saw him from afar as i was riding home on my bike, back from work or something. It was all alone in the middle of a small street, up as if it was really guarding the place. Couldn’t resist taking such a good guardian home… Have a nice tour in my house while i’m going to dream about living there, surrounded by some bears painted by my friend Ariane and by the very intriguing mystery of Quadrant Grove.

Besitos los cameleones***