I had my first real working day today. Yesterday I gathered and printed the couple hundred pages of notes, research and drafts I have and organized them into chapters, in one notebook. Today I woke and out of my routine, if I can say I have one on day three, I went to the colony [...]
Being the sometimes wordy always picture-y chronicles of a couple of curious, libertine, lotus-eating voluptuaries. To the right you’ll find the archive, contact and so forth. Below are the most recent entries as well as a brief exploration of our guiding philosophy of flexibility and preparedness.
You can always take off the skirt and use [...]
***Happy Birthday Noria***
One of my new neighbors as seen from my front window:
The quiet is incredible. I woke up this morning and it really struck me that I couldn’t hear anything except wind in the trees. I’m adjusting to the darkness and silence, which at night can be a little spooky, at least when you [...]
The first thing I did was hang paper lanterns from China Town on all the lamps.
Years of hotel living has made clear the importance of lighting in cozying-up the joint. Or maybe it’s my inner Blanche DuBois. Though the walls are of wood, the studio is modern and airy and not especially cozy for a [...]
I visited New Orleans once, three weeks after 9/11. Getting off the plane and dumped on to Bourbon Street with its hordes of testosteronies slurping Hurricanes from football-shaped and sized containers was heart-stopping in its “how will we survive three whole days here?!” factor.
Eventually we found something of the old Nawlins: the Spanish moss wrought-iron [...]
I was thinking about Halloween this week, thinking about what costume I would make, were I going to be home in NY. I came up with: Little Red Riding Hood, but with fur, snout, and tail.
I have the Gustave Doré picture above hanging over my bed, which I spose could be seen an ironic comment [...]
There is a scene in Dead Man where Johnny Depp comes across a dead fawn. He touches the wound, a small arrow hole on the deer’s neck, and draws on his face with the blood. He marks himself, and in doing so, gives in to his destiny, becomes himself.
Now, it’s true that I can watch [...]
(Bavarian for “It’s tapped!”)
We drove upstate to my first Octoberfest yesterday. Handsome gay Germans in vintage lederhosen, lots of bitter beer, and all the traditional dishes: sauerkraut, käsespätzle, leberkäse.
The party was held at an enchanted cottage deep in the woods on a street called Featherstone. We turned left on Gypsy Point to get there. (The [...]
For years I named my shoes. I grew up in Hollywood, where shoes and hair are everything, so from the time I was old enough to do anything about it, I’ve never had fewer than 30 pairs.
The naming didn’t start until college–I stacked boxes to the top of my closet, inscribed with the names [...]