Stars

Today has been all sparkling charm.... Terese Svoboda took me for lunch at the Century Association, a posh club for artists in Midtown. The parlor floor, with its extensive studies, flocked damask wallpaper and portrait of a youthful Henry James, knocks me out! We were celebrating the good buzz Terese has gotten for Weapons Grade and Trailer Girl. She'll be reading from Pirate Talk, out next fall from Dzanc, tomorrow night (Thursday) for Opium at Bowery Poetry Club. Ben Greenman will also be there! I adore my clients, and spending time with them. My job is so much fun.

Then I went to get my hair cut and styled by Gerald DeCock in his extraordinary penthouse at the Hotel Chelsea (pictured).

And rounded out the evening by stopping by KGB Bar to see my old friend Gwenda Bond, who I've followed online for years and seldom have the pleasure of enjoying her company in person. 

A funny thing in the past day is that I came across several mentions of stars. Perhaps I notice them because I like them so much? Most moving was a quote by Nietzsche, “You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.” Last weekend I watched Baby Face, with Barbara Stanwyck, whose character is inspired by him when not collecting furs, hearts and bank notes.

Lucky, lovely day. What a gift, just to live it.

Comments

[jackie cerand]

beautiful...

[Aunt Sue]

glowing....