With P. & T., at Cafe Lea

Cutting edge fashionista and all-around nice guy, Kheir Eddine, in one of his more subdued outfits…

6am. Place de la Bastille
– I could totally go for some coffee now.
– Oooooh… They serve steaks with Roquefort sauce !
– It’s 6am.
– There’s no bad time for steak.
– You order it, you eat it. Ooooooh they have pizzas too !

Parisian clubs, mint liqueur, Harold, Yi, Greeks, hairy bare-chested bartenders, bleepy-music-that-sounds-like-a-kernel-panic, dancing, drinking (coke), more dancing, hypnotic callipygean movements, more bleeps, fuck-have-I-been-away-from-edgy-clubs-that-long-what’s-this-thing-is-it-really-music-it’s-kinda-cool-actually, more drinking (water), Yi’s Bangkok stripper-style dancing, let’s go home kids…
Oh, yea… also Harold’s world famous Blue Steel rendition (shown below)

Place St André des Arts, tarte tatin with cream, massively multi-agent systems, Langevin’s Twin Paradox, absolute space-time measurements, wormholes and manyfolds, antimatter, atomic fusion & fission, time travel, superluminal communication, gravitons, gravity-based data transfer. Let’s hit the clubs.

Parisian winter + fireplace + bar = Happiness

The french have always had a loose approach to the spelling of the word loser.