I must say he seems to be is at the high end of the success-in-art-rainbow ... Paris, London, Berlin as well as Beijing and Shanghai. Our conversation was briefly interrupted by his two adorable daughters (five and seven - their respective ages, not their names) who wanted his phone and money for gelato (he, of course, gave them both). I asked how it felt to win the Pomodoro Sculpture Prize and he retreated into (what I thought was uncharacteristic) modesty. For another few minutes we smiled a lot and promised each-other we'll keep in touch, but before I left, I remembered how an old Maitre d' taught me to gauge the success of a person: look at their shoes! Loris' handmade stingray-leather shoes appeared to be more expensive than my car!
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