Are you ready for the weekend? It's no secret that I am. Today I went straight from my very Mucha dance recital to a meeting at Barnes & Noble for Upstairs at the Square (I had to buy a dress on the way; a $15 peacock feather-hued knit turtleneck with a calf-sweeping hemline and a brilliant black sequin belt that's so fun to cinch) to another confab to thinking on my way home that if the heat in my apartment was not repaired I would just grab my new weekender and go to the airport to catch the next flight to Paris for a couple of days (I was like, "If I flew back Monday morning I would arrive in time for my Monday evening meeting. How convenient!"). Drastic measures are in order when one starts to think of repose as a luxury good. Nonetheless, I got home, it was most blessedly toasty. I made a cup of tea and realized I was too weary to move. After chillaxing for an hour or so, I started doing work and sending email (Ludlow 38 is on Artnet! When it says "is said," c'est moi; Argentine poet Lila Zemborain is confirmed for Girls Write Now Day! Have You Found Her author Janice Erlbaum has a whole page feature in BUST! I love how she makes fun of her apartment when I thought it looked like quite a stylish backdrop. Her self-deprecating humor is a terrific and sophisticated distraction from the fact that she cuts straight to the heart), somewhat to my chagrin. I'm not going to beat myself up over it, though-- I can always go to Paris tomorrow, or just sleep in.
For the moment (and the immediate future), I'll let Cecil Beaton inspire me, as he often does, with the following: "Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary." Darling, let's do.
P.S. The January issue of Build Book Buzz features an interview with me.
Image: Cecil Beaton, The Wyndham Sisters, after John Singer Sargent (1950).
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