Two days after the pre-opening of great we can have the stinking factory maybe we can turn it into a flexible space!

So, the day we went to Hermés I wrote this long, insightful post for the blog in Word when I got back to the hotel later that night. Then, the following morning, when about to start putting it online, I failed to save the file and everything was lost. Which was kind of annoying. And ever since I have had total writer's block and the blog has seemed a very hostile environment, not least

It was mostly about the Atelier Hermés and the Korean Hermés award which is an annual thing where. It was also about how I had a nice big day of metrosexual fun. I bought a tie at Hermés, a couple of polo-shirts (not at Hermés), picked up the latest issue of GQ Magazine, drank various kinds of iced coffee and imported water, later in the evening Bjørn ate at McDonalds again (they have a quadruple burger there btw, I wonder if that's normal now, or if this is some kind of special at restaurants close to American army facilities.) The Itaewon hotel btw had some kind of special television circuit so that on CNN all the ads were more like public service announcements directed at American soldiers. Lots of info on how to know if your child is depressed, the importance of excercise and where to sit in airplanes to have better chance of surviving a crash/ bomb/ terrorist incident etc. Very funny stuff.

Okay, a couple of things I remember from my earlier, now long-deleted post:

- Seeing a girl on the street wearing baby blue Wellingtons with pink polka dots.

- Hermés ties being a good 35% more expensive here than back home. But found one that I couldn't find in Berlin, so still very much worth it.

In more recent news; westerday we went to the opening of Flash Cube, an exhibition at Samsung Leeum curated by Henk Schlager. More about this later. I had a conversation with an American artist where I mentioned my distaste for photography of architecture and suggested that it might be a good idea to put a two year ban on this kind of art. She laughed in a funny way, as did her French side-kick, whose image can be seen in a couple of places further down, from our adventures at the karaoke bar two days ago. I asked if she perhaps happened to be working primarily with photography of architecture, something which she then confirmed.

Today: Moved into the Marriott. Very nice, but not helpful to our illusion of flat structure. Also not helpful to my socialdemocratic desire to limit taxi rides and use more public transportation. Taxis here are way too cheap for somewhere that is apparently the third most polluted place on the planet. Okay, screw this. Power and I are off to the Marriot. Power is going to take a long shower. I will go for a swim in the pool. An hour and a half away from having gone my second day so far this trip without having a drink.