Our nine days of wedding festivities were followed by four hours of honeymoon, otherwise known as a layover in Amsterdam on a journey that took twenty-six hours door to door. We made the most of it, stowing our bags in lockers and training in from the airport for a “breakfast” of beer and BLTs at […]
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…), […]
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 […]
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 […]
The Raymond Chandler part of downtown LA with gorgeous old aqueducts. Already the goodbyes have begun. On the Sunday apres we meet the San Fran kids for brunch in Echo Park before they drive back up the coast. We stand on the corner of Sunset and Effie, at what must be the longest light in […]
It climbed up my purple suede ankle-strap shoe, up my Cuban-heeled seamed stockinged leg, and up the hem of my five-layer green silk dress. I was just fascinated right up to that point, but it was clearly on a mission to climb all of me, right to my heart, and that was more than I […]
click on image to expand The six days in Los Angeles were gorgeous. My mom, Karen, lent us her cottage in Laguna Beach and when we arrived we discovered it tricked out in every way you can imagine: French press bought especially for Alfonso, fancy soap, candles, wine, linen sheets, snacks for days. It was […]
click on image to expand 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 […]
Begun for Macdowell Colony dispatches, continued as an experiment in being other than I am (or at least stretching boundaries regarding self-exposure), and no end in sight… Thank you dear blog, thank you dear readers. click on image to expand
Le pâle squelette/De mes amourettes/Joue des castagnettes… (The pale skeleton/Of my little loves/Plays castanets…) ~Serge Gainsbourg, Les Oubliettes Charlotte Gainsbourg has kept her father’s apartment at 5 bis Rue de Verneuil, Paris exactly as he left it when he died seventeen years ago. I now have an idea what it would be like to be […]