Thursday, April 1, 2010


Here one can find the April Fools Day joke in the otherwise deadly serious French magazine Chronic'Art. The joke sentence, translated, is this:
And what if the best American writer of the moment were Belgian?
April Fools Day jokes only work if they're believable, Chronic'Art, and that statement can only be mistaken for true (if only for a brief second) in the writer's own invariably addled infallibly ego-ridden mind. So, yeah, Olivier Lamm, who otherwise is nothing short of a Mensch (a title I bestow rarely, very rarely), played a very cruel joke on me, en plein public. Just to spite Mr. Lamm, here's a fuzzy phone pic I took last night. Even bigger than Paris. Ha! I tower over Roppongi Hills!

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