This is one of Katie's Dad's car - a Morgan. Her dad has one for everyday of the week mwahahaha! That's why Katie gets to play with this one. We are snobs and naturally when I say but aren't we getting the Metro Katie says, "don't be silly, we're driving!"
Back at the mansion, we play Russian Surrealists in the Jardin...
Katie reads some Poetry...
I read some Poetry...
Katie has a temporary obsession with ears. She is making an ear book to fit into an ear spacer for James.
The rest is just pure relaxation. What more could you want from a weekend in such a decorative city full of beautiful rich people with lovely clean cut poodles.
Katie in her £300 Raybans and £160 Gucci top (what a bargain!!). Bag is from Prada as well as my shoes, purchased on the Champs Elysees to her Dad's account with them.
I enjoy some of the Algerian squidgy and later a couple of grammes of cocaine. Katie has some pretty good contacts for drugs in Paris and having diplomatic immunity means we can safely take them anywhere and everywhere pretty much, just not directly under the policeman's noses... mwahaha!
I've got the Giggles now, the squidgy is damn strong...
Psycho, Hitchcock. Katie spies on me, like a cross dressing schizophrenic chestnut.
Well it wouldn't be Paris without a good old Coffee...
You can take Katie out of Britain but you can't take the Britishness out of Katie... A cup of tea please!
Katie reads the signs in the bottom of her Tea. It depicts there will be floods, but the heavens will show her something colourful and something beautiful come the next morning...
What does mine say? what does mine say? what does mine say? WHAT does mine say?
A nice view from Katie's dad's friend's mansion. Apparently he's a Lord and his wife has a fantastic Fabergé collection which she is most proud of. We visited the Hemingway Bar where Katie told me later apparently he bought her an egg through Sotherby's auction house for around 6 million. A small price to pay for such a rarity I say!
Okay stop taking pictures of me now. I'm buying my materials! Katie goes to a specialist shop (whilst in town, you know!) where she can get hold of some of the most sort after leathers for bookbinding amongst other materials...
We stop off at a bookshop to pick up a book that Katie wanted to get in French. I'm glad Katie is a straight A student and takes after her family. Her French is incredible. Where would I be sometimes without Katie? ... excuse moi, a gauche? a droite? sil vous plait? err...
Next we decided we go to Bound Bar. I thought I might not get in because it is pretty exclusive. The barman was overtly French, well dressed and extremely polite as well as some damned good shaking skills which earned him a luscious tip. We ordered two frozen large cocktails and found some seats. The walls were beautifully decorated in the VIP.
My obsession with lights and the strange trippy patterns they make... We are invited to artist friends for dinner. It is a small Parisian style kitchen, cramped and elongated as usual but a fresh break from all the luxuries in Katie's Holiday mansion. We help with serving the food as it is a while since we got to do such chores. I have to say, side-point, I do love the French cuisine!
After dinner, we take some cocaine.
I end up taking lots of pictures on intense macro lenses.
What...what's happening, I cant seem to... my eyes... my... I cant shut my eyes.
Cigarette after cigarette we stay up smoking drinking and sniffing the night away.
It's not Acid or DMT, but every now and then the walls do looks like flowers, and vines. And so are my hands and skin. Lots of triangular flowers. Loads and loads of them... At some point we are all wrecked and as we step outside into the morning to get ready to go back home,...
...The heavens open up and something beautiful is revealed to Katie and I!
Soon I'm back home and in my living room. The mansion has been well kept. I hit the deck for a day or two.
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