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  • 148. The middle of the middle

    148. The middle of the middle

    There’s a particular kind of humility that comes from being assigned seat 28E. The middle. The mathematical centre of other people’s discomfort, for thirteen hours, from Los Angeles to Aotearoa. To my right: a woman whose body had simply outgrown the architecture around it (and the bones buried within it). Her flesh pressed warmly against…

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  • 26. Can sperm be a gift?

    Have you ever seen a Persian cat panic?  They stick out their little pink tongues and pant. I’ll put money on the fact that there’s a bit of that going on in 312 this morning. That’s because the purpose of the trip is finally upon us. We’re going to meet Orla May at 1pm and…

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  • 25. Women talk too much

    Just putting it out there. I’m sure if you’d been trapped  in Eurostar’s carriage 7 seat 23 with the world’s dullest woman in seat 20, I think you’d agree. Although you might be kinder and say THAT woman talks too much.  Which is possibly true, but not much of a story. Unbelievable the shit she…

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  • 24. It doesn’t need a reason

    I can last about two hours in a gallery without needing to leave and  look at the sky. And a visit to the Pompidou Centre proved no exception.  I was taken by Yayoi Kasuma’s retrospective, a Japanese artist I have greatly admired since seeing her work at Sydney’s MCA a few years ago. She seeks…

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  • 23. Scene of the crime

     So we found ourselves in yet another Paris bar drinking house red. Unusual I know. And to be honest we thought it was tres ordinaire – until I found myself talking to some locals. La Perle has been a famous fashionista hangout for years – like one hundred years – and is total facehunter territory. Like…

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  • 22. Finally had one of these

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  • 21. Love letter to Hotel du Petit Moulin

    I can not tell you how much I love this funny little hotel. Nestled on the corner of Rue de Poutou in the bosom of the Marais district, this 17th century building, the site of an ancient bakery, has been completely renovated. For me.  Well perhaps it was renovated for some other people too, but…

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