Back in the Old Country

I have been asked to produce a set for a beautiful play written and directed by Selma Alaoui in Brussels. The piece deals wit...

Once Upon a Time there was a beautiful girl named Zoja. She had the most gorgeous dark brown hair and a unique accent. One day, an evil fa...

The other day, Manuel and Anne invited me to join them to a barbecue in the middle of the Ardennes: the only remote area in Belgium, a haven...

The other night, I went to see some friends play at a venue in Brussels called Madame Moustache . The venue itself came as a surprise, a g...

I had been told about a conference at the contemporary art museum in Brussels that spiked my interest and decided to pro-actively remember...

The other weekend, I went to Paris to reunite with some childhood friends: Elinor and Alice. Elinor came all the way from Israel to tell u...

Two weeks ago, I shot a series of short videos in my childhood house that I plan to show in an installation within the next year. Since I...

About a week ago, I needed help moving an industrial fridge my father had bought me on ebay into my new studio space. I called my childhoo...

Some of my work consists in shopping for absurd objects at bottom line prices, that means walking around thrift stores and flea markets an...

Waking up at 5am on a Sunday to go to work is quite painful. That is probably why Michel, our manager, suggested we take the time to share...

The last dinner I hosted at my place was a blast and involved an eclectic group composed of a historian, a financial consultant, two inter...

Dinners at Nicole’s place tend to be pretty strange maybe because they usually involve neurologists, therapists, neuro-psychiatrists, a cu...

There’s something absolutely charming about the turn a girls night can take. Yesterday, at Ananda’s apartment, after our ritualistic weekl...

We had some of our English family for lunch this Sunday. My aunt, who is particularly fond of telling shocking stories around uptight peop...

This evening, at Antoine and Alice’s place, the table was littered with bottom line red wine and a couple bottles of Gordon’s Gin. While...