Eamonn and I slept so little, so late...
We took dear disco ball over to margiela headquarters and met Nadege for lunch at chateaubriand,
our new headquarters.
Unfortunately I was feeling ill and nervous about the paintings arrival/installation, and decided now was a good time to try out my fake blood capsules in anticipation/ practice for a carefully (but not so careful today) planned joke i wished to play on my gallerist Olivier. who has been the victim of several of my elaborate fantastically bad jokes.
(sorry Olivier, something about you just makes me want to wear an eye patch)
Anyways we had a fantastic lunch, only to ruined by the chef's panic at me drooling fake blood through dessert.
I have no idea.