Bonjour mes amis

So i ventured into a little art store on Rue Soufflot today right around the corner and bought some sorta expensive ink made here in paris and a german watercolour set.
Writing with that ink is instant. Orgasm.
Like, liquid velvet.
I was jumping around the room like an electrified weasel whilst trying it out.

God, I cannot wait to get all messy with paint again.
After i write a 10 page paper. Probably about André Derain vs. impressionism.

I fell in love with some artists here. André derain is one of them, and Didier Paquingnon is another. Also, Ary Scheffer and this guy Blanche who did some beautiful studies. I now also hold a soft spot in my holey heart for Caillebotte.

I'll be home soon. I do NOT want to go back. I'm not ready yet. My plan is to take as many french classes as I can fit and come back to work here someday if it works out. Not necessarily Paris, either. Trilingual and artistic, two goals now.

Geek, out.

Eugene Hutz

Lead singer of Gogol Bordello.

october 17th north of lai khe

i was watching another war documentary and drew this guy outta my head. I recommend the movie- it's called Two Days in October and you can blame PBS. Yep I'm a geek.