Marlboro Art??
Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009
The apartment was on the fourth floor of a walk-up in the residential 15eme district in Paris. An aged wood staircase creaked a melancholic off-tune melody conducted by my footsteps. Catching my breath at the arrival, I was faced with a narrow and dim passage leading to a worn down once white door.
I entered my friend’s place with anticipation. It was the first time I would visit him there. It was a charming one-bedroom, reeking of typical Parisian charm. What I directly felt was a sense of history, experience and style. He had a blend of rustic matured furniture that was left by the senior landlord mixed with typical amenities of our century: a flat screen TV, laptop, surround system, and an Ipod deck. On the walls were vintage rock and at posters from the 60s. The whole feel of the place was exactly as I would imagine a cozy apartment in Paris to be. Except, that it wasn’t quite so.









