My photos on a wall
There’s so much exquisite political news out there that I forgot to talk about what is obviously the biggest update by far: I recently got my very first photo exhibit. I know what you’re thinking: does GH even do photography? Kinda, as in I’ve been posting on Instagram every day for years. Photos taken with an iPhone, obviously, because I don’t know how to operate a proper camera: too many buttons. And in black and white, because my brother once told me that it’s easier to hide mistakes that way. And he was right.
Anyway, the point is — I got my show. Well, I got a few photographs printed out and showcased at a friend’s salad bar down the street from where we live. The reason for that is, his wife is actually an artist who started showcasing some of her work at his place and he decided to make it a thing. He himself is a photo buff so we started talking about that, I obviously showed him my Instagram — as one does — and he asked me why I had never printed any of it. To which I replied that I wasn’t sure about the quality of the output. To which he replied that it was OK: this was not a fine arts gallery, people came here to eat first and foremost. To which I replied that this was a convincing argument.
Hence I got my photos hanging there since Monday, April 7th. By the way, I didn’t even hang them on the walls myself: my wife and my friend did. I got a fairly good reason for that: I was teaching all day for most of that week, and I only got the print outs ready Friday before then — which my wife also brought back home on top of the stroller because I was at a client’s working. To be fair, the original plan was to go hang the photos on Sunday prior to opening, but the artist who had his paintings on the walls before me could only come on Monday morning. And I was teaching strategic monitoring and market studies by then.
All of this is a fairly convoluted way of saying — you’re more than welcome to drop by the place if you live in Paris: it’s called Compose and it’s located at 24, Louis Blanc street in the amazing 10th arrondissement of Paris. And, if you don’t live in Paris, you can always take a train or a plane: there are ways. Also, there will be an opening of sorts on Friday May 16th, which was the only date we could find without a day off or a school holiday nearby. Again, you’re welcome to join us: there will be food.