curi·ous {Old French curios} Drawn to investigate, prick up the ears, ponder for the sake of pondering. Enticed by mysteriously labeled bottles.
vo·luptu·ary {Late Latin volupturius} A lass devoted to the pursuit of pleasure. An unabashed epicurean, hedonist, libertine, sensualist, lotus-eater.
We spent the week in New York primarily hosting two parties and trying without luck to find the right sublettor for our apartment. We happened to arrive over our one year wedding anniversary weekend, and I was able to lure Alfonso to the very spot we exchanged vows, Ladies Pavilion of Central Park. (the park [...]
I’m leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it’s not raining.
~Groucho Marx
We spent the last days in NYC cleaning the party loft, brunching at Dressler, cleaning and packing up our apartment (wedding cake in the freezer, this goes to LA, that goes to the basement, this comes to Europe…), handing our [...]
It was simply my best day, ever.
In truth I hadn’t expected it to be–grand yes, but so many aspects of the celebration sounded much more grand in planning, and the ceremony itself was not the most thought-out part of what we now call our Nine Day Wedding (& Four Hour Honeymoon).
I was rewriting the [...]
Lovely elevators to all alternate realities of the past and future, including marriage license offices.
What has become increasingly clear is that time–with all is gorgeous people, places, feelings–is not lost and further (made so clear by the restless traveling we will have done over fifteen days: neuchatel-geneva-brooklyn-los angeles-new york-amsterdam-neuchatel), parallel realities exist and can be [...]
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My my my. New York put on such a glorious show today. After yet another dress fitting (still feeling like a chiffon asparagus) I headed into Central Park to find the spot I reserved (from Switzerland) to get married. The Ladies Pavilion is a Victorian cast-iron structure designed by Jacob Wrey [...]
Le pâle squelette/De mes amourettes/Joue des castagnettes…
(The pale skeleton/Of my little loves/Plays castanets…)
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Before we moved to Europe last January, we considered several locations based on Ali’s business headquarters and such. A big possibility was Beijing, which I vetoed for a lot of reasons, oppressive architecture being the least on a list that included terrorist threats, a quasi-police state, apocalyptic air quality, and the 2008 Olympics. I lived [...]
“Look! It’s the Alps!” Ali said as we began our descent to Italy. I was photographing the clouds through the tiny airplane window. They looked like this:
The Alps looked like this:
Ali said, “Next time we come to Europe I’m going to take you there. You’ll love it.” Thirteen weeks to the day we touchdown in [...]
It was like the first page in an Edward Gorey story: a lone glove lay grasping, or perhaps surrendering on the stair. We wandered around Historic Bethlehem in Philadelphia on a little New Years Day trip. We had found the one bagel shop open, and all the buildings built by the Protestant cult none of [...]
We spent New Years Eve at our new friends Anne and John’s loft in Tribeca. John made this:
I had my first Rillettes. A frolicking time was had by all.
Here are a few pictures, all full of a small sorrow of leaving New York, four days and counting…
Some holiday decor, NY style~
Chinatown~
Floaty lights~
Absurd bottle~
My new [...]