Edouard Francois gave a public lecture today and I went because
I wasn’t about to go clubbing with everyone else his work is really …interesting to me. He’s one of those people that I really can’t decide whether to love or hate, and you kind of have to admire that in a way. The talk was in French but half the audience was listening in Czech through headphones and would break into raucous, uncontrolled laughter every minute or so (must’ve been a damn good lecture about architecture……). But that’s one of the most frustrating things to me, to have to just sit around with a straight face because you’re not in on the joke. After half an hour I just started thinking about how fucking weird laughing is… like I’m sitting there, this man is stringing together sounds that have no meaning to me, but they trigger this awesome reaction among a hundred people that causes body spasms and frantic breathing and fairly freakish noises. Like how cool and beautiful and alien is laughter?