Saturday night I went out with Eugene. We hit a Japanese place for dinner and headed to a funky bar in his hometown of Balmain.
Mexican bar. You can tell by the skeltons.
This is a picture painted on the ceiling. The strange painting on the upper left we were told was a skull. It is a loose interpretation of a skull, in my humble opinion.
They show bizarre movies on the brick wall. This picture is a reflection of a scene from the movie. It's a French film in which the woman cuts off the heads of men and puts them on different bodies. In one scene a headless dude kept trying on heads from her inventory, as you would a hat.
It was hard to carry a conversation with Eugene when you are trying to think about the sick mind that created such a movie. It was even more distracting to think about the pitch to the company that funded such a movie.
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