We had incredible weather today, this must be why Billie Holiday sings about April in Paris. A revelation to wear a frilly skirt after all the days of snow boots. And Lilac seaon! (these are not Lilac, but smell lovely…)
After twelve hours sleep (brutal red-eye flight, neva-eva again!) we walked all day. Gargoyle tits and [...]
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 [...]
Tonight we went to The Moth story series at the NYPL. People, writers, some famous, some not, get up and tell stories grouped loosely by theme. This time everyone had been a guest at Yaddo, an artist’s residency in Saratoga Springs, and were there to dish the dirt. A few days earlier this week I [...]