mercredi 27 mai 2009

Chocolate, chips and pierced pudenda

Yesterday I was in Brussels with my lovely visitor, the DumbAss Yank. Please don't think this name as derogatory - it has been mutually agreed upon and is a term of affection. Honest. And he's a bit of a dumbass yank too. If I'm honest...he he.

Anyway, yesterday DAY and me went to Brussels on the Thalys for a day of sightseeing, beer and chips with mayo. And lovely it was too. DAY is a classy dude with a great sense of humour - as those of you who read his blog will know. I've been laughing pretty much non-stop since he arrived.

Arriving, as the trains from Paris do, at the poorly located Gare du Midi, we started to walk into town. Brussels was grey and wet - a real change from the hot and sunny Paris of the previous day. We'd adopted (or been adopted by?) a young American guy, who was also in Brussels for the day, but who seemed unsure as to why he was going there or what he was going to do when he arrived.

The three of us, on our hike into town, happened upon the Taschen store. Now, I'm guessing that most of you - being the classy folk that you are - know of Taschen. they're a high-end publisher of art/architecture/design/filth books. Their store in Brussels is new and very fancy. We went in to have a look.

As we perused their artistic volumes, steering clear of the deluxe 'Tom of Finland' so as to not scare the young American hanger-onner, we were approached by the shop assistant.

He asked if he could show us one of their books. It was a weighty tome, with its own pedestal and fancy presentation box.

The book was "The Book of Olga" - a curious collection of photo's of a Russian Oligarch's wife, taken by the marvellous Bettina Rheims.

The sales assistant started to leaf through the book, whilst the three of us looked at the photo's. As he told us the story of how the book came about, we marvelled at the images contained within.

Olga was largely naked. Largely having a great old time, being tied up, tied down, and getting funky with various 'models' (both real and plastic).

As he opened the pages to reveal a double page 'spread' (quite literally) featuring Olga's pierced pudenda in all its meaty glory, I had to stop myself shaking.

I had started to giggle on the inside and knew that I couldn't look at DAY, for fear that one little smirk from him would send me running into the street.

As we declined to buy a copy of the book - a snip at 600 euros - and left the shop, I realised that this was as European an experience that these two Americans would be likely to get.

I mean, it's not like you'd walk into a bookshop in Tulsa and be presented with a fey young man extolling the virtues of a pornographic book, telling you why the photograph with the legs akimbo was artisticallly relevant and saying how the picture of Olga with her legs in the air and her tits somewhere around her ears was 'a celebration of a man's love for his wife'.

I mean really.

Only in Europe.

17 commentaires:

conortje a dit…

how fabulous, it'd certainly make an interesting gift for anyone whose birthday is coming up ....

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Big C, I don't know anyone with a birthday approaching....

Pure Poser a dit…

Definately in Europe. It's one of the few places you can sing Lady Marmalade and not be given evils.

BP's birthday is tomorrow, send it over to England - she'll love it!

Henry North London a dit…

It says its now sold out

Those pictures are something else though.

In Britain you'd be locked up for possessing them.

Mike a dit…

They have a Taschen store here in LA @ THE GROVE. I, for one, went STRAIGHT to the Tom of Finland display AND the big penis book. I'm just sayin... :-D

A Lewis a dit…

Tulsa.....Hehehe. Nor Altoona, Chatanooga, nor Mobile. I love that free spirit. The lack of rules and lines. And I'd love to have been that American hanger-onner. Maybe sometime.

Daryl a dit…

Wait for the paperback

Greg a dit…

No, we don't experience those kinds of sales techniques here in the States. Unless you visit circus of Books in West Hollywood. Behind the gray doors where all the videos and "accoutrements" are.

Lane a dit…

'Ooh' I thought, reading the first two words of your post title. And then Oooh turned to euuuw:-)

Valleys Mam a dit…

I just pop up to Hay

The Mutant a dit…

Good to see you and CB are having a merry old time. I can only imagine the kinds of trouble the pair of you could land youselves in. If you do, just remember to blog about it!

12ontheinside a dit…

I would never have been able to not laugh. Sounds hillarious.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Poser, I'm not sure that even BP would appreciate the filth within...

Henry - the pictures are NASTY!

Mike, I usually go straight for those at the Taschen store in paris. And I love the Grove...

Lewis, maybe one day, huh?

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Daryl - apparently one is on it's way to the publishers as we speak. Her husband must be so proud...

Greg - sounds like you know that shop a little too well dear boy...

Lane - much like my reaction to the photo's.

VM - I bet you do too!

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Mutant - we are having too much fun. He's a cool dude. And yep, we're tearing up the town. Ish.

12oti - I was struggling not to, trust me.

amy a dit…

So it is possible to have fun in Belgium!?

PS give me TOF over Olga's pierced privates any day.

aims a dit…

Only in Brussels they say...