Friday, January 9, 2009

Mon Petit Bijou

Richard Prince
Kate Pierson 1984

Art Imitates Life

The following day I grabbed my continental breakfast which consisted of a stale croissant and a cup of coffee. In the early morning I had two missions... but both failed. I got lost in Quebec and tried to take care of some Canadian government business, all while R, J, and L, were sound a sleep in the hotel room. Upon my return we started to plan, J, R, and L were hungry. We had our lunch at Three Amigos, with warm soup, tofu burritos and some fresh fruit juice. Afterwords we enjoyed a walk down St. Catherine's street were we stopped at the Underground Mall and then hit the Musée d'art contemporain de Montréal.

Sympathy For The Devil: Art and Rock and Roll since 1967




Jason Rhoades "pussy words"
one our favorites...he will be missed
Jim Lambie
The Byrds (Love in a Void)
Robert Longo
Men in the City Series

Linder
Untitled
This once makes me beam

Happy to get my fix, we head out that night to Mackay Campus bar, where we drank, got lost flirting in our broken french and danced to the beats.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Alluring Glamour


Hotel Glamour Montreal

Seduced by the "L'Amour"
Rouge Rouge http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rKobb4uX-UQ we booked our three day stay at the Hotel Glamour Montreal. Everything about it the rooms that embraced Audrey Hepburn portraits , every hallway having Marilyn Monroe shrines and an atmosphere that suggested lustful nights...we fell in love. But before leaving to our destination my personal secrétaire Pretty looked over the reviews...it was not good. There was fear creeping in, we had speculations of what we were about to endure for the next couple of days. As we closed in, it dawn on us that we might:
1) Be sharing a bathroom with strangers
2) Get what we paid for...which was too good to be true
3) Decived by a very good website designer, be staying at "hostel pretending to be a hotel"

But our fears melted away, the outside having a charming "Breakfast at Tiffany's" logo, we instantly saw our once thought bungalow turned into our divine chateau.
Montreal Merci