Tuesday, November 24, 2009

JE T'AIME KITTENS

We are going out tonight. Friday.

Are those undies hanging above Kelly's head you ask? Yes, they are. As well as our window, this is also our clothes line.



Kitchen by twilight.


We had to take the Metro. Milla got busted by a dog. It was ruv at first sight.


When we got out of the Metro in a part of town we weren't really familiar with, to our surprise, this old guy turned out to be pretty close by.


We couldn't get in to Le Baron because someone got hungry and by the time we got back the line was ca-razy. So we tried to get over the fence... of a completely unrelated place, near by.


Next day we did tourist things. Notre Dame. I guess all these guys had the same idea.


and scrump looking food in St Germain.




We went out to a club. It was weird, just like this window opposite our apartment.



The day after this we found a suitcase of soft puppies.


Hollywood-like sign in the station.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

I think Barry McGee did the floors in our building.

Place du Voyages





Some nice sign painting around the corner from us.



Friday, November 20, 2009

LONDON CALLING... TO TELL YOU TO LEAVE!

Our official last day in London. This is the cab to the station.
The station is about 5 mins walk away but Kelly insisted on getting a taxi because her bag is too heavy.


Our Eurostar trip, eurostarring: Milla


English countryside?

French countryside?

The deathtrap entrance to our apartment.

Notre appartement.

The view from the bedroom.



Our hood.



Home made dinner. Amazing!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

BONELESS BANQUET

Today is our last full day in London. We thought we were leaving today, we were all packed and ready to go. Then I looked at the Eurostar ticket again, and looked at today's date. They were not the same. So now we have this extra day.

Back at Saatchi. Had to exchange something, and now the girls get to have a look too.

Amy Sillman

Joe Bradley


This was part of a different exhibition. Martin Kippenberger.


Piccadilly.


Window boxes, for Noelsy lamb

Hyde Park circle.

Piccadilly circus.



Dinner time.



Salad Fingers.

Plates, after the dinner. This was gnocchi.

And these were salads.



We saw a band later. I know you can't really see them, don't worry about it.

Leaving.

Left.



Her dream date.

Getting intimate.