I treasure these quiet nights of quiet stars, in my Manhattan aerie, when evening stretches out and stillness unfurls layers of daily attention to reveal pockets of deeper consideration, such as, "When I was in that grocery store by the Pantheon buying a candy bar and I got that email from that guy who wanted to interview me for the Sunday Times, whatever happened with that?" This Friday, I'm off to spend a week on a Scandinavian archipelago, and then back in New York for a spell before a week in the Pacific Northwest. So, Lux Lotus will be light for the next fortnight or two unless I have something heavy to say. My spring PR projects make for beach-y keen summer fun, they do: read Maria Semple's This One is Mine, Meg Cabot's Insatiable and Runaway & listen to Japanther's Rock 'n' Roll Ice Cream and the Growlers' Are You In or Are You Out? Catch up on culture Upstairs at the Square. Ta, doves, my little birds of paradise, don't let 'em ruffle your feathers none xxoo––
Photo: Two people at the Cannes Film Festival, May 1962, Paul Schutzer for Life Magazine.