29 6 / 2011
Today is mid-week brunch followed by midnight in Paris with BFF Marc. Naturally, every Woody Allen date requires a felt hat (even in June.) The pout is for Paris.
07 6 / 2011
I’m not one for heels, but ever since I read the New Yorker profile, all I want to do is strut around town, leaving a trail of red in my wake.
07 6 / 2011
All I want to do is wear oversized men’s cloths like Diane Keaton, but it’s too effing hot in this city.
10 5 / 2011
I had a gallery opening last week. Everyone wore hats. I didn’t know hats were still in. Maybe homage to the Royal Wedding?
14 4 / 2011
All my children has been cancelled. I know, just another soap. But to me, this is the end of an era. I spent too many afternoons with Susan Lucci and my childhood Nanny. Now Susan is gone and my Nanny won’t speak to me. Everything is falling apart. Everything is changing. What now?
14 4 / 2011
I was wandering around the lower east side, when I stumbled across this documentary photography gallery. They were exhibiting the artist Muge. Generally, I avoid any artist with only one name. But the work was lovely and lonely and perfect for a sunny day in NYC.
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14 4 / 2011
I owned a baby doll dress like this in 94 (I was 11.) It looks better with boobs.
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13 4 / 2011
It’s been raining here for days. I wish I had one of these pretty numbers.
Cliffside Beach Umbrellas, 1950s. (by nha.library)
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13 4 / 2011
Super-8 is the greatest. Note to self: take lots of super-8 footage with future (imaginary) family.
