I found her in the communal toilet area of a bar called La Scene. She had just completed a spirited 360 degree spin in front of the mirror, followed by a quick once-over. Make up: check. Accessories: check. Bag: in place. Vodka drink: missing.
Give me some Catherine Baba, any day of the week.
That night, at La Scene, was a gay house music club that didn’t really start until about 2:30. I don’t really like house music, but some of the music reminded me of when I used to go to gay house music clubs as a teenager. There doesn’t seem to be much of a homo alterna-rock or homo hip hop scene in Paris, which I find a bit surprising in a city with so many homos (or guys who look like homos).
Guillaume Sultana of Galerie Baumet Sultana with Nadine.
Stephane Baumet of Galerie Baumet Sultana
My visiting guest architect, Max.
I look way more fucked up here than I am (maybe I was just about to sneeze on Catherine), but I like how “Liquid Sky” she looks here, especially with the nuclear cigarette ash.
Walking to the gallery the other day, however, I found myself following this modern day pirate, in chocolate vinyl. This pirate had booty to spare…a king of the wild frontier.
Ahoy, mateys….
Dino Dinco
