It’s 3:00pm when I bump into Darell, gobbling up his falafel/breakfast wrap. Sauce spills everywhere …
“Sorry, I’ve been djing all night, just woke up. God I’m starving!”
Djing huh? So is it Darell or Pharell? Turns out I’ve got it all wrong.
His eyes suddenly light up when I start talking Jazz & Blues… We discuss musical influences, his life in New York… and brining the “Sinatra vibe” to Le Marais.
By the end of the conversation, I’ve learnt my lesson: never judge a gangster by his blazer.