I'm in New York, musing on what to do for the summer, and enjoying my little adventures while I plan the next big one. The best thing that a man has ever said to me, in-between kisses as we commenced an affair, would be: You're like a Greek god. Coupled with the woman who suggested I'd climbed out of a canvas at the Romantic show in London, let's say that I know my period and it's Classical. I had fun attending two Solstice parties this week, thinking back to the July when I was in Sweden (where summer's warmth is a precious, joyful thing), and dressed the part. This afternoon, I took the ferry to Governors Island and laid in a field, but not before coming across a little shop and acquiring this exquisite necklace, dipped in 24 carat leaf and reminiscent to me of a show in Oxford (more kisses) of the jewels of the mother of Alexander the Great. It's a beautiful moment in time. Stay gold.
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