I went out with a French friend last night to a party on the water. It was like "Midnight In Paris" but in New York City. I was waiting for Bukowski to pull up in a Cadillac on the West Side highway and take me away. But it didn't happen. Instead, I hung out with some French musicians and caught the end of
Emilie Simon's set. She was brilliant. Check her out. She's a star in France but she lives in Brooklyn. But it felt like I was in Paris because everyone spoke French. The air was cool and the night was young. And then I took some pics.
Sometimes all it takes to remind me of my old life is one night out. A night like this. A night lost in music and conversation. Even though the conversation was in French, I felt at home. Thanks Laurent.
DZ
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