tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27451289.post1359670333097595966..comments2008-02-07T04:47:15.006-08:00speechnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27451289.post-86045121087750077592008-02-07T04:47:00.000-08:002008-02-07T04:47:00.000-08:00Coming out of a restaurant just opposite Kadist with my girlfriend and a pal, we stood for a while in front of the foundation, happily replete and looking vaguely through the window. We were kind of settling there when a girl came to us asking if she could borrow someone's mobile since she was locked outside. The two persons who came to let her in and who showed up to be friends invited us to join the dinner they were having inside. We gave it a 5 second thought before getting seriously involved in gobbling up a gargantuan second meal. Food, people and wine were very subtle, but I somehow got this strange feeling of surrender at the end of last course. I went to bed and gave it a 12 hour thought. A truly committed art experience.marknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27451289.post-75557619250564926482008-02-06T03:37:00.000-08:002008-02-06T03:37:00.000-08:00Fascinating sounding project - great food, odd if intriguing conversation, grand dames proving that there's more to life than art after all. Wonderful piece by Klaus Speidel - one of the best responses to a clearly suffering artworld I've read in ages (C'est vraiment curieux que le texte est disparu – pourquoi...?) <BR/><BR/>Maybe if we started telling les grandes duchesses de l'art that there is a subtle difference between defending something and being defensive, going to art dinners would be slightly more... <BR/><BR/>satisfying.Anthony Gardnernoreply@blogger.com