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Live From Fashion Week
Olympus Fashion Week, Bryant Park, New York City: 10:30 am... I arrive at the volunteer trailer and change into my hideous green volunteer shirt. Would it be too much to ask that a fashion event allow its unpaid wage slaves participants to look a teensy bit fashionable? Oh well, runway fashion defies logic anyway. Might as well get in the spirit ( Read more... ) -
Individuals of Historical Love
Here are, in somewhat chronological order, my favorite people ever ( Read more... ) -
A New Yorker Reflects on September 11th
It's been five years. The world is hardlier a safer place, but I like to think we've at least learned a lesson in tolerance. Fundamentalism hurts, but perhaps something progressive and new can be born of all the pain and destruction ( Read more... ) -
Corseted Musings
...and since then, I've been bathing in the poem of the sea ( Read more... ) -
We went out on Monday night and we came home on Tuesday morning
Crawling the clubs in the sparkling city... Britt and I had a fine dinner of poulet roti and rose wine at Gavroche, down on 14th Street. It was early, and we itched to be out. We were about to go into Cain, but the door boy caught Britt out for using my old id. It made me angry... more evidence of American Puritanism. We are twenty and twenty one. ( Read more... ) -
Goodbye without rancour
Things are beginning to come together. Usually, as per the Chinua Achebe book, they fall apart. Brit, the dear roommate, is comfortably ensconced in her room. The cats are tranquil. I am warm, and have enough money for tomorrow's dinner. This is altogether eerie ( Read more... ) -
My First Photo Shoot
This was taken by my friend Frank, a photographer and man of many talents. I liked this photo especially, as it painted and portrayed me actively engaged in imagining.
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I borrowed this from Danielle, who borrowed it from Sarrina ( Read more... ) -
1871 in Our Hearts
I suppose an explanation of this icon is in order. The base belongs to the very creative Jessica K. Dvorak, who photographed this lovely antique corset. This evocative miniature put me in mind of the Paris Commune, a subject on which I've been reading lately. In March of 1871, the citizens of Paris, France, declared their city a revolutionary ( Read more... ) -
Leave Taking
Tonight I make for the Cite again. I mean New York, not Paris. Back to l'Atelier at the H, my little flat with the felines and the actress roommate, my very dear Britt. Back to the heat and the hustle and the very New Yorkishness of it all. Back to Le Cite.
