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I am touched that you miss me already; I miss you too! If you're in New York tomorrow (Wednesday), join me for a glass of wine and a glimpse into the dark world of addiction, in a cafe. It's all v. belle epoque, no?
UPDATED, elevenish: the universe had other plans for me than a blogging break-- I went for a late bite at Bacaro and the first face I saw there was effortlessly soigne Lux Lotus reader Marina of The Fifth Day of May!
...est arrivée, and it's a doozy. I have so many things to do this week before I leave on a little (busman's) holiday Friday evening. I wanted to go somewhere exotic and glamorous but then I did the opposite. Just like a woman (or better yet). I'll be off smelling the roses and counting the stars (and only checking my Blackberry once or twice daily) until May 5th. Be good, doves! XXXXX.
P.S. guestblogging is so, no. While I'm away from Lux Lotus, why not read a book instead? May I suggest: The Drop Edge of Yonder by Rudolph Wurlitzer, Free Food for Millionaires by Min Jin Lee, Have You Found Her by Janice Erlbaum. They are all, to quote a friend, brazilliant. I am a big fan of creative visualization and daydreaming (see: my entire life), so let me know what you'd dress the protagonists in for your dream film version in the comments. I'll go first: Zebulon = Martin Margiela (MM's steadfast refusal to be photographed or interviewed suggests to me that he'd understand Rudy's brand of outlaw chic perfectly); Casey Han = Doo.Ri, Ports 1961, Pippa Small, Eugenia Kim; Janice = Tiffany, Prada plus downtown designers like Daryl K and Built by Wendy, natch. Or better yet, how would you style the film version of your story? As always, do tell...
IMAGE SOURCE: STYLE.COM.
Pictured: Yours truly + Tayari Jones, nicked from her brilliant blog.
Today I had lunch with the eminently stellar Tayari Jones. Tayari's latest novel, The Untelling, was one of the first books I represented as an independent publicist. The other was Quinn Dalton's Bulletproof Girl, and they both came out on the same day in April 2005 (on that day, I think I was in Amsterdam). Even then I knew I wanted to work with authors whose talent I was so awestruck by that I could keep talking about it for a lifetime. Today though, Tayari and I just chillaxed in style, as always, at a table in front of Cornelia Street Cafe, which I suggested because I like supporting writers' establishments. When we reluctantly parted ways, I, to my delighted astonishment, ran into Anne Landsman (The Rowing Lesson) and Rachel Cline (My Liar) on Bleecker Street. It was that kind of an afternoon-- all the stars were out! And then as I was crossing Spring at Lafayette, who should cruise by me on her bicycle (again) but Dilettantsia's #1 girl crush, supermodel Agyness Deyn. Lovely day.
Pictured: Yours truly + Jami Attenberg (Instant Love, The Kept Man) and Janice Erlbaum (Girlbomb, Have You Found Her) at Sunday Salon at Stain Bar last weekend (credit: Nita Noveno). I ran into Jami again tonight at PRINT's party for its New Visual Artists issue, "a showcase of 20 top designers under 30" at Groupe 16 sur 20 in Nolita. She was with some friends, including Emily Flake of These Things Ain't Gonna Smoke Themselves fame. I met up with my pal Paddy Johnson of Art Fag City and from there she and I decamped to the far less crowded confines of Xicala, one of my favorite bars in the city for myriad reasons. New York is stellar, but flitting off this summer somewhere sunny, breezy and on water -- Monterey? Isn't that where they go? -- sure sounds nice. As does the night skiing scene at Saint Sauveur! How chic. As usual, I Feel It All.
As I was walking home an hour ago, a man said to me, "Look at those legs-- I wish I had a red carpet to roll out for them. God bless you!" And there you have it: my new philosophy.
[Fornasetti "Bacio" Rug, $8100 at Neiman Marcus]
Windowlicker - from the French for window shopping: faire du lèche-vitrine - appears on Tuesday and Thursdays at 10am EST-ish.
This weekend, I nearly bought (but didn't): some Fendi heels (not these, but perhaps if I'd succumbed), a vintage Valentino coat, and a necklace of five intertwined gold chains. I prefer to keep things in the realm of fantasy though, unless temptation defeats me, because as far as my bank account is concerned, black is the new red. I really like these, though, with their (Freudian?) Grecian allure. I imagine myself wearing them with some pooling, shimmering gown, unwinding a spool of divine thread and barely lifting an eyebrow as the Apple of Discord rolls right on by...
[Fendi Runway Metallic Cage Heel, $705 at eLuxury]
Windowlicker - from the French for window shopping: faire du lèche-vitrine - appears on Tuesday and Thursdays at 10am EST-ish.
