Well this is as close as I will be getting to Paris Photo next week. The place that launched my monograph, got me noticed as an artist, and forced be to become fluent in French and therefore more attractive to the hairy arm pitted beautiful locals will be all but a dream. I could of course jump on the Eurostar at Kings Cross and visit this splendid event for the day, but a broken garage door, a knackered thermostat in the car, and to top it all, the bill for replacing a broken boiler (it was either that or sitting round a candle this winter). I ain't going anywhere....I wish Laura and Michael a good time (DiemarNoble Gallery) and hope that they might bring me back a pocket knife or some smelly cheese...
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