... sunglasses and hope they arrive soon because I want to eat them. They are 1980s-era Esprit and never-worn, apparently, and are evocative of those Balenciaga shades that I rhapsodized over earlier this year. Except about 400 dollars cheaper, which works.
I knew there was a good reason to stay in on Friday night (actually, I didn't, per se: I had a happy hour at Good World with ultra-lovely Lilit of Save The Assistants fame, and then went to the National Arts Club for Ben Greenman's reading; I just got home early). And now I'll go to bed with the new issue of Vogue Italia. Buonanotte mio dolce amore bello, ti sognerò stanotte.* And tomorrow morning, dream as late as I want!
*It's like, "goodnight, my love, I'll dream of you, blah blah blah." Not quite as crystalline as my all-time favorite: Tutte le cose infelici e meravigliose esistono grazie a te...
P.S. Ooh, Italian makes me wanna re-read The Leopard. Gesumaria!
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