Its 3 FRICKIN DEGREES. this temperature is making me focus on my eventual move to barcelona (I give myself a year and a half to make that happen. at the most. if not i might as well die. rather than end up living in montpellier forever....or move back to london and freeze to death... or not. I'm feeling a bit negative. ITS THE COLD)
anyway,
I tattooed some pretty flowers on this girl (Cindy) who i met in Tours, who came down to mpl for our housewarming party...
I got a new sketchbook thats only for B&W illustrations and i cant find my webcam to show you some awesome grainy low quality pictures of it :) such is life.
I have not left my room today. We have a beautiful xmas tree.... there is a beer bottle hanging precariously on top of it in guide of a northern star. pictures soon :) happy holidays!
Its no use going to a party if every five minutes your going to twitch into tense teary eyed nervousness and just barely squeak out a falsely chirpy " no, no, I'm fine" to everyone thats receptive enough to know better.. When this goes on for a few days, its a good idea to pack and leave for a few days (even a day, a change in routine does absolute wonders) so thats exactly what I did.
packed my bag and hopped in my friend Nico's car for a 6 hour journey into the much colder (but seemingly warmer hearted) north of france, up to Tours, about an hour from Paris. This was to be a weekend of foggy bliss, pastries, tattoos and vespa gangs.
I can say this for gas station coffee, ever since the nespresso machines have been installed in every gas station on national french roads, staying awake and highly caffeinated has never been yummier or easier.
right?
anyway...
This building facade is right next to Nico's flat, it was originally the front of a very old manoir that has since (obviously) been torn down, but the front was so exquisite that they left it, its now a barrier between a cute little park, and a horrific appartment complex..
I must have walked past these pointy, beaded monstrosities about 10 times, each time going "looooord, look at those things!!!!!" had they been super cheap I would have probably adopted them for the sheer joy of having such odd looking boots in my house (I could always use them for something.. houseplant.. who knows) but the best part of them is that they cost about 200 euros..
Nico's flat... and his baby.
down to business :) ghetto kitchen tattoos. I work in a shop in the mornings where I have massage table and bright lights, but the shop has no ambiance and its kind of a downer, whereas here, figuring out how to tattoo the back of his arm in the kitchen with 5 feet of space was tricky but way more fun. we finished the outline in two hours and celebrated with some whiskey.
and then we drove back to Montpellier, got home last night, watched zombienation with my roomate and cuddled my cat who was super happy to have me back.
