Tom's staying with us...again. (Just kidding, mate!)
He had an interesting run-in with celebrity last Friday: Shopping for something in Collette's he turned to see Karl Lagerfeld standing beside him, in all his high-cuffed, black sun-sunglassed, make-upped, zombie-appearing glory (or gory, perhaps? Ha). Considering the status of Herr Lagerfeld, I was mightily impressed...but I'm not sure Parisians feel the same way. There are SO MANY celebrities here, and the celebrity culture is such that they're treated with almost-anonymity, that to realise you're standing next to a cultural icon is really not that much of a big deal. I mean, sure, they might ask for a photo but the mobbing we've seen of even B-list celebrities in Australia just doesn't seem to happen here. It's bizarre. Personally, I might've wet myself (with joy, not fear - despite the undead-resemblance) at being stood next to a fashion guru. At the least, I would've started a small, in-store riot to ensure Karl knew we loved him. It's the sensible thing to do, people! Ah well. The joy of living in a new culture.
Before I go, just a quick update on the job front: My contract is being delayed while we search for a portage company. MBA only want to employ me as a freelancer, but while I love the title ("James Whisker: Freelancer"!!!) it means that, to satisfy my working visa requirements, I need to be employed part- or full-time by an intermediary. It'll suck half my pay away but at least it'll be legal. I'm hoping next week will see some dotted-line action. Oh yeah.
And finally, this weekend has seen BEAUTIFUL weather in Paris. Cool, clear, sunny - perfect for a picnic...which is what we're doing later today. Nice.
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