oh dear – it is friday and already invitations are rolling in by the busload – it would perhaps be better not to answer the mobile at all – the catering at these parties where mainly boring peolple are interspersed with aspiring models who turn out to be aspiring but relentless in their pursuit of me and happiness and a general future is usually nothing for the hungry: salmon, slices of duck and the like, chardonnay – which my doctor tells me to avoid – and quite often bad art. an invitation to my modelbooker christian turns out to be a tete-a-tete with another lady, which i sincerely and lately try to avoid, lest i might wake up in the presence of either him (no) or her (please not). is there anything than the wnat for fornication? i surely hope so. in the expectance of some luck, and perhaps in the line of beauty, and an envious glance to my possy in nyc and london i shall keep you posted. enough for today, i say, and bear with me – outside hamburg is on the move, and i have to get on the train. art art our art, but if there´s no one to be pleasurably had, i better stay at home and read: the clash of civilisations, perhaps?