The weather has been– impeccable i think is the word– lately. Blue skies, explosive sun. If only it wasn’t 30 degrees. But I can’t complain even about the temperature when my cousin tells me it’s been -36 in northern Maine.
Electric sky:
For the seasoned but relatively pretentious bather:
Incidentally, bathing is overrated. Not that it isn’t important… But maybe we do it to much? Also overrated: not eating things off of the floor.
I walk by this scene nearly every day: Marc Jacobs sandwiched in cozily with a Thai (i think) dry-cleaner shop. I love it. Some day I’ll photograph this in more appropriate lighting so you can see the man working at the sewing machine (he’s there if you looked closely).
Winter, we’re friends now. We get along just fine. We’ve worked out our differences and can, at the very least, slosh martini’s while making fun of over-dressed New Yorkers at company parties. But summer, you are my best friend and I’d rather hang out with you any day. When are you coming out from Long Beach to visit?
Books!!! My stack is 12 books high. My reading time is limited at the moment but I seem to have sub-consciously put myself on a curriculum of reading that just continues to pile up. The current list: The Crying of Lot 49, Learning How To Pray, Beloved, The Fate of Africa, The Grapes of Wrath, To A God Unknown, A Pilgrim At Tinker Creek.
Another flower/brick discovery in the West Village.
