I am in Paris doing dope shit. It’s the men’s portion of Paris Fashion week. So I throw on my best motocross jersey and Buscemi’s and step out into a world that talks to me like I have Alzheimer’s.
I stood here for hours hoping to get pickpocketed.
Shopping before culture.
Thats three color marble carving. I’d say don’t sleep but you’re not gonna get one anyway.
Jesus was a popular subject with first century artists... gets kinda preachy.
St John the Baptist, poses for portraits after he gets his head cut off.
I made this up. You will copy it.
I recognize Napoleon, but who are these other herbs? Thankfully there is a 500 year old key, ala people magazine.
I think Bobby covered this last year so I won’t repeat. But look at that wall they made just for the little painting.
Karl Hab on his home turf.
This kid is holding a tiny Bose bluetooth speaking blasting house music down the street. Times, they are a changing.
Hidden beneath the streets are secret exotic secret garages. We were invited by a friend who wished to remain anonymous. This is a brand new F12, which is probably why you didn’t recognize it.
C’est Si Bon.