“The studio is located on the heights of Ménilmontant, in a second yard of a public housing complex. Menilmontant is north-est of Paris, very close from Le Père Lachaise, the last home of Oscar Wilde who said, “I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.” That’s why I’m never satisfied of ourselves. The […]
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“Saturday morning. Spring. The same in winter, but colder (no heating in this room). Always the same old mess. Pages, papers, Post-it, coffee and cigarettes (I know it’s bad…). Sandwiches. Sometimes a refuge, sometimes a golden prison… or a sweet nap area. But it’s my desk. I probably spend more times in it than elsewhere.” […]
“My desk is always a mess, but I like it. It’s like a landscape for me, something equal to nature.” Martin Page, writer, born in 1975 in Paris. Viola; FYD loves messy desks! And, it turns out, Martin Page scribed one of stellar read, How I Became Stupid (a true philosophical treat) which in many, fantastic moments […]