Here is a drawing I did last week at Frost Street and an old collage from Paris about a decade ago. It’s made out of the sex club cards they hand you all up and down the Piagalle and a few found images and some drawings I made and some rose petals and some blood red ink. I call it Nooky Money. Too see a larger size press: here. Below is another in a series of Hub maps I’ve been drawing while actually writing a prose version of all my Hub stories. Why is it that Paris is the only place I ever like writing about?
