Life’s so short, why live only one?
In a "nut" shell Hugo Foray is the proud owner of a Used Bookstore named you guessed...
"Alter Hugo" which happen to be in Portland in the Pearl district just around the corner from the Chinese Garden. He lives near by in a loft. He loves vintage clothes, the Greek philosophers, tasty food, Gustave Moreau, to doodle when on the phone, Prussian blue color, make small miniature paintings out of stamps. He rides his bike everywhere around town. He collects objects that evoke Wabi Sabi to him, that beautiful object that is imperfect but has such emtional beauty that it goes right to his tripes when he sees one. He has red hair and an untamed beard. He is paranoid about being followed by dogs. He is well liked and always so helpful by telling people some "real" tips on how to live their lives to the fullest. I am sure that you get the idea by now how much fun I am going to have being him for a month. Stay tuned!
You are a woman of many talents! I look forward to reading this.
ReplyDeleteWell Stephanie it is a question of doing it and having fun doing it. The outcome is only auxiliary.
ReplyDeleteDear Alter, I am so lucky to have stumbled upon your blog! I'll be passing through Portland next week and will look forward to perusing your book store. My dog wants to meet you too. Do you let any dogs into your shop or shall I just tie her up at the front of your shop. Like you my dog Corita has red hair.
ReplyDeleteCorita! Is that the red dog that was after me on Wed. when I was cycling to Whole Food around lunch? You had it off the leash and I just knew it was going to catch up with me. I had a tasty mache salad with avocado, pecans with bacon cooked just right in mind and so was your dog. What kind of reading do you do? My regular clients bring me pictures of their dogs but leave them home. They like me too much in person. I am looking forward to your visit and the picture of Corita. An interesting name indeed. Sincerely. Hugo Foray
ReplyDeleteI am so so glad I stopped by your shop today. I am so sorry about what happened to your pants. I told her to stay in the car but she couldn't help her self and must have jumped out the window. When I say Corita jump all over you, I turned red in shame and embarrassment. I promise to pay for the dry cleaning bill. Next time I will leave her chained up in the back seat!
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