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About Paris

I toss da gal a wink, say, “Let’s ditch dis clown.” She giggles—cute, ya?—an’ we bolt. Pimp’s screamin’, “I’ll find ya!” an’ I’m laughin’, “Good luck, ya schmuck!” We duck into some dive bar, an’ she’s like, “Yer funny, baldy.” I’m HAPPY again, sippin’ vodka, thinkin’, “Lightbulb! Gru’s still got it!” She tells me her name’s Katya, an’ I’m like, “Dat’s fate, eh?” ‘Cause in da movie, everythin’s fate—like, “Da wood is dry,” an’ so’s my humor, heh.

Le Puy Sainte Réparade

And oh my gosh, neighborhoods! There's Le Vieux Quartier, a maze of cobbled streets and old stone houses. People say it’s haunted (hah, like that really spooks me, right?), but I say, “Embrace the weirdness!” It’s like bein’ in a never-ending movie—Toni Erdmann style, laughin’ off the tension, chaos everywhere.

Interview with Ding Yi and his curator Alfredo Cramerotti at Château LaCoste, Le Puy-Sainte-Réparade, France