After the ‘oh-so-fun-but-tiring’ Carte Blanche US tour,
and the dance music marathon of CLUB 75 @PACHA, Ibiza:
plus another weekend of
in Serbia – where, little did I know, Mr Oizo was wanted with a bounty of 250 000€
and Busy P was exercising his best Martin Parr technics (please look at every detail in this pic)
I finally had a week off, which I spent in Toulouse with the fam, basically sleeping.
I made it back to my hometown of PARIS on saturday, to find out that some things will never change in my beloved city:
First, you shall not leave your scooter on the street for too long, because someone WILL steal your engine.
Second, my neighbours are still the best looking peeps in the 11th district.
Ludivine, Kim, you guys—
The traditional 3 hours lunch break with Sunny and Kavinsky (aka my own Kramer, if you will).
Jackson Fourgeax still has the best ‘good vibrations’ aura in the world.
Sebastian hasn’t quitted his usual habits,
ie. posing proudly in front of his brand new car.
Surkin still looks young and fresh, even though the mo’fucker is like, 3 years older than me.
And, last but not least, ‘Les Colocs’, as we call them here, are and will always be the most stylish blokes this side of the Chunnel.
SOME THINGS IN MY HOMETOWN WILL NEVER CHANGE.
PARIS, IT’S ALWAYS NICE TO SPEND SOME TIME WITH YOU.
I LOVE YOU.