THE RETURN OF THE SALON AND THE PHRENOLOGY OF A SCENE
a review of an evening (DISPATCHES ABOUT SEX AND THE CITY OF SODOM)
Saturday night in the village - a Balzacian fantasy. Prometheus bound and megabus delayed. Three photoshoots, the kindness of strangers, the sl0nking of two raw eggs, and OMG! The day. I was buried in one of those profound reveries to which everybody, even a frivolous man, is subject in the midst of the most uproarious festivities. The clock on the Elys…