By the end of the opening Guillaume and I were bumping into stuff and each other because we were so completely plastered on six different kinds of alcohol and three different kinds of cigarettes and other things. I smashed my nose and forehead several times during the evening when what I THOUGHT were people walking up to hug and congratulate me on my superb photography work ACTUALLY turned out to be mirrors. The French people at the opening that didn't turn out to be mirrors were really supportive though. Did you know that if you get drunk enough... you begin to slur your speech really hard and you actually sound like you're speaking French even if you aren't? The more I drank the more I found that French people tried to talk to me! At least I think they were people.
   I find it kind of ironic that I wore Sam Stern's "quitting" shirt to the opening and then proceeded to get blind.
Here Guillaume and I are standing in front of some of my photos. The next day, we learned that some of my photos were mysteriously burnt by some jealous vandal. I hope they catch whoever did it.
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