It all opened last night just for the one extravagant and costly night. If one was not wearing hig-heeles shos, one could have potentionaly rented a green and white bike and have cycled all around town, to see what there was too see, which constituted hundreds of art pieces. There where ladders suspended in the sky, James Turrell blue lit buildings, thought of as cheesy restaurants. Churches imposed upon with theatrical lighting, which in turn imposed all kinds of surprisingly religious candle lighting response from the visiting New Yorker atheists. ..
The piece Carpenters presented at nuite blanche is pretty lush. "The transportable city" A cluster of large tents shaped like buildings from Havana, and lit from the inside.We have been setting it up for the last two days, in the drizzle and freeze your cookies-off winds, in a part of town named BERCY.The installation probably will remain alive for the part of today, I am not sure if it be in the evening, or will have already been taken away be the winds. The works served as a hide out from the rain for during visits of the new yokers, and provided plenty of hide and seek joviality to kids charged into opening all the zips and safety pins of the Cuban cloth housing.
To a little troop constituting, the Cuban artists responsible for the work Los Carpenters, and my self , nuit blanche was a matter of dinner, after diner. The aperativo has not yet been invented in Paris, just terraine! We where invited by the Maire of Pairs, to "otel de ville, than next to to the Pompidou centre for dinner by the french gallerists. A dinner with the owners of Yves St Laurent. And where pounced upon with a surprise dinner by the New york galerists Mr & and Mry Shawn Kelly . It was rude to refuse any, so we had decided to try attending all the events and taking a bite form all the plates.
Paris was swamped with intellectual invaders, all where hungry from cycling about for miles, it was impossible to find a table witohut a booking. Having been refused at a number of owerpacked restaurants, the new yorkers only became increasingly determined to find a seat and watch us artists eat. The only restaurant with a free table, was the same where we had a date for dinner later on in the evening with the french gallery. We assumed this would mean we can make it to both diners smoothly. Hoverer the french waiters where pissed off at us speaking English in France, and the New Yorkers where offended at the fact that money could not buy politeness . So to spite the waiters Americans ordered hamburgers and to spite the Americans the waiters produced the hamburgers two hours late. By the time the food arrived so did the French gallerists who was waiting for us to order food. Instead of making excuses or disappointing any of them the los carpinteros and I finished up having two dinners in the same restaurant at the same time, eating with the New yorkers upstairs,and with the french downstairs. We made too many excuses to the bathroom, in order to hover up and down the stairs and carry on two different conversations and eat two meals accordingly. It was like a slapstick comedy and ended deep and late after midnight.
However messy the owefeeding proodued results, and ascension discussions concerning The Transportable Cities acceptance on to a Florentine square , are taking a positive turn. To awoid more dinners, in a few hours we are heading with a train to a lonley studio in midst of the the French countryside.
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