Missing the Art Directors Club
Missing the Art Directors Club
According to various, mostly well-informed sources, at this year's ADC festival in the "Kaufleuten" there was a 280-franc entrance fee for the non-members, members pay an annual fee of 800 francs - a) an hour's delay at the awards ceremony, b) nothing to drink, c) then finally something to drink (strong alcohol from your own bag), d) hardly turkey rcs data anything to eat in the way of finger food, e) a short performance by a "cabaret artist or something" that was not only acoustically sub-par (nobody could tell me more precisely), f) no band ("nobody ever listens anyway"), but g) "bad sound from a can" and f) from midnight onwards water, beer and wine were no longer free. The hall was apparently packed. Some of my informants were also packed out of sheer frustration. This was the creative part of this blog. I skipped the party on Saturday, and at home I put a nice four-person chicken in the oven with rosemary, thyme, garlic, ginger, spring onions, chili peppers, zucchini, peppers and potatoes in a cast iron pot and opened three bottles of Chénas. There were lots of funny anecdotes and incorrect jokes to accompany the chicken. After the guests left, I had a Coretto Grappa and the obligatory late-night crime novel. As always, I forgot the title and the storyline, missed the plot. This was the uncreative part of this blog. Dear ADC board, do I have to leave the club now.