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HELLO LITTLE MARCH 1ST DARLING
Time to invest in joy.
You had a newsletter yesterday, yes, I know, but it was important, even necessary, to mark the occasion of this leap year, which happens once so infrequently (but often enough for the cities hosting the Olympic Games). Yet I'm overwhelmed by the need to inform you.
Because I'm the Médiapart of the shoes. The Mediapatricia, I might humbly add. This weekend, Sunday to be precise, I stepped out of my workshop to see what was going on at other shoe retailers. Sniffing the air, the trend, what do they have to say? I found a lot of resignation in their collections. Where's their madness? Where's their glitter? Mind you, I'm fine with having the field to myself.This niche in which I love to curl up and where no one will ever come looking for me again. Because I remember a time, not so long ago, when the scavengers of shoes came to eat my guts out. Some would say that's the price of fame. Well, I leave that to others. I don't care about fame like I care about my first cavity. What counts is being able to work with dignity while continuing to dig the furrow of creation. Alternating progressivism and conservatism. One part Democrat, one part Republican. With a little nuance to tie it all together.
As a result, I went home all perky with two ideas in my head that made me happy. The first is that Tricky is coming for a date in March at the Olympia. I hope he's not too damaged by rum, marijuana and crack, because I'm looking forward to seeing him do his drunken burné behind the mic.
Another source of rejoicing: Final Fantasy VII releases its second volume. This videogame product promises over 50 hours of exploration and emotion, but no resolution, because it's a triptych. And the next one won't arrive for another 4 years. In other words, on PS6. In the meantime, if you're not a gamer, I still recommend the soundtrack written by Nobuo Uematsu, a distant cousin of John Barry. So, I leave you to enjoy a well-deserved weekend in front of your consoles, discovering the wonderful playground that is Midgar.
