14 December 2008 | Paris Musée
From my previous entry I have established that I have a dangerous, cereal stalker in Paris. Like a perverted Trix rabbit, he bounces out and takes shots of me as I’m sketching statues of interest.
It makes him happy, or at least fulfills a compulsion, and he doesn’t get in between me and my sketchbook like other tourist do. Seriously… in this exact situation I have been asked, “What’cha drawin’?”
Note for other artists: Notice earphones, you can listen to music to drown out the crowd, or just plug the tip into your pocket, even if your listening to pocket lint, you can fain deafness.
What I find unsettling about my stalker is his speed in which he can snap a photo without me seeing him.
Sometimes I catch him if there are enough mirrors….and lights.
Sometimes, I pose for him, like here when we ran across the original, Arlequin by René de Saint-Marceaux.
Which I’ve always known as “Chaz” our lamp at home.
All good art at one time or another should be in lamp form. I think that if Michelangelo would have made The Pieta table lamp he really could have made a name for himself.
In the Pompidou I answered the age old question of every girl friend I have ever known. “Yes, that dress does, in fact make you look fat.”
Lunching at LaDurée by far the best omelet I have ever had. Black truffle omelet c’est trés bon. I think Ken liked his as well, I can’t tell……..
Although what Ken is not so sure of is the extremely packed cafes at lunch.
Lunch with our new friend Edmonde in a more gentile environment.
Ken with Edmonde.
