Brilliant.
[Half pint glass creamer, $15 at Fred Flare]
Windowlicker - from the French for window shopping: faire du lèche-vitrine - often appears on Tuesday and Thursdays at 10am EST-ish
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Entries from April 2009
Natural Rhythms
Last night I woke up at 4am stressed out about work and couldn't fall back asleep. It was a kind of abject misery. I did a few things today for each of my clients and then tried to chill out maximally because you need the space to create or none of it comes together. I had brunch with my friend who loves the movies, who loaned me Closely Watched Trains and Battle of Algiers, and then we hung out for a little while and listened to The Fall and I really felt like a teenager again, and then we contemplated getting passes to a hotel pool but it was too much money so we went to Kim's and I bought Satyricon because the above image on the cover absolutely captured my imagination, and also Three Times. And he bought Two-Lane Blacktop, which I loved. And then I did some other stuff, too, just to slow the general pace of things down to something more manageable (for breaking news on my life and publicity projects, check out twitter.com/luxlotus) , but mostly right this second I've got the windows open, Etta James and The Gossip playing, and all I plan to do tonight is exhale. I can dig that beat.
World Voices
Tonight I spent the evening with my siblings at the 92nd Street Y for a talk with Nobel laureate Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio, famous since he was 22, and New Yorker writer Adam Gopnik as part of this year's PEN World Voices Festival, which has just begun. It was truly extraordinary in that Le Clézio is an absolutely fascinating, wholly original thinker and yet his comments were meaningful because of his intimated understanding of the myriad shared complexities of human nature (not to mention the sensual rhythm of alienation). We cannot avoid what we are. Near the end, someone in the audience asked him what the landscape of his mind was like, and we laughed at how inane that sounded, and then he answered that it is like the North Pole: icy, with no plants, empty, under a blinding sun. Not that he's been there.
Previously: A Reason to Read: The Interrogation.
Windowlicker
I have two problems, in that I am plagued by their consequence, as far as I can tell: 1) I require constant stimulation, or lose interest; and 2) I equate the term "popular" with "ordinary." I used to wear Carnal Flower, which I loved, 'til it was empty, and was bored by the idea of buying another bottle and then read that it's one of Editions de Parfums "bestsellers." Well, that killed it for me. As I've mentioned before, I have no desire to be, look, dress, act, think, or smell like anyone else. And what is life without desire? (Joke for my one or two zen readers: enlightenment!).
I long for it though. Madly. Badly. Enough to maybe try again...
[Carnal Flower Beurre Exquis, 140 e. from Editions De Parfums]
Windowlicker - from the French for window shopping: faire du lèche-vitrine - often appears on Tuesday and Thursdays at 10am EST-ish
Windowlicker
I've fantasized about this bed for years; it's the Monica Vitti of furniture.
[Gio Ponti bed frame, price upon request at Doris Leslie Blau]
Windowlicker - from the French for window shopping: faire du lèche-vitrine - often appears on Tuesday and Thursdays at 10am EST-ish.
Maybe the next one, darling
The writer J.G. Ballard has died. The film version of his novel Crash (directed by David Cronenberg) was the first movie I'd ever been to, at age 17, where people walked out of the theater (the second, a few years later, was Secretary), and it was then that I truly understood the awesome power of art to transform people and situations. I've always meant to read the book, and this is as good a moment as any.