New job #472

OK, fine, I’ll admit: this title is pure clickbait. And not of the most potent kind either: no sex innuendo (well, not really: that would be job #1), no shock value of any kind (except if you are shocked by the sheer idea of working, as the cat seems to be every day looking at my laptop), no appealing picture, except if you consider my half visible gut sexy. And no one does, really. Especially not the cat.

But it is me on the picture, and I am indeed painting on a window. “Painting on a window?”, you might reasonably ask… That’s right: what I am doing here — or, rather, was doing yesterday evening and well into the night — is layering a whole lot of liquefied chalk powder on said window, so as to then be able to draw on it. Indeed, as chalk is easily removable, so is this mixture. And indeed, I was not the one who drew on it, unless you want me to outline a poorly recognizable cat. No, Jordane Saget drew on it instead, which is much better for everyone involved.

This here is Jordane Saget, my friend and, now, partner in crime. And this is his work. Now you understand how far one can go with chalk. Although that’s not everyone: I sure as f*ck couldn’t, that’s why I stick to blogging. And pouring the damn’ thing on windows. Note: I probably should have started with this picture. But then it would have been too easy, now, wouldn’t it?

The context of this is cool too: Jordane is about to unveil a new project with Paris’ famed department store Printemps and I just happened to pop by and see what all the fuss was about. Which was my first mistake: as soon as Jordane saw me, he gave me a paint roller. The second one was saying I enjoyed it…