There it is, the gallery is filled with 60 of my best prints from 1996 to now, the book is on the shelves and drinks are ready. A few text here and there and i guess it's gonna be ready for the opening tomorrow. Paul Benoit is gonna play some creepy tunes on his 70s wooden keyboard while Itunes plays some recorded tales from Edgar Poe, I hope some people will wear their black suits and try to bite people. I will.