Henri Chopin at the Galerie Laura Pêcheur, yesterday evening for a live performance, thanks to his publisher Ikko. A 84 years old man who's still a jeune homme, who's having incredible stories to tell with his mouth, with his breath, with his body. A sound poet who says that he's not having a soul but a body. Later Henri Chopin went back to his hôtel and we went to a restaurant at the corner of rue Montmartre and Rue Lafayette. At 3 in the morning we witnessed a huge accident; I saw a motorbike flying in the air and put my hands on my eyes. Dancing couples with no music (OK).