My dear, lonely comrade David Schoffman finds solace in his meanderings. Though rarely away from his Los Angeles studio for too long, when he does venture, he ambles aimlessly, mumbling to himself about architecture and carbohydrates.
I recently saw him in Paris and while we commiserated over climate change and the decline of chanson, we both agreed that old age was a strange comfort.
His travel video is characteristic of his melancholy and his keen sense of irony.
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