Gustav
My friend Gustav has made La Fourmi Café (The Ant Café) his own enclave. He is potent and distinct like the smell of a squashed bull-ant: Sisters of Mercy balding black frizz, leopard print crotch, rainbow Indian jewellery, homemade black pointed high heels.From what I can decipher from his multilingual rambling, Gustav was witness to a murder. Literally twenty years underground has heightened paranoia and warped his sixth sense. The result is his latest project, Coral Tomb. It’s industrial neo-prog doom-metal post-rock without crescendo. Crosses on fire, warehouses implode, the devil unrolls a scroll of the damned. It’s terrible.
But pre Gustav and countless other aliases was a polar opposite version of self. Heavily involved in the yachting scene, a man named Yannick designed for the Parisian label Hermès. His beautifully crafted hand-made bags sold for 8000€.
Never judge your local crazy by their tight leather exoskeleton.
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