On the FDR. Jewelry, all gifts; brooch and one bracelet from Estate Jewels; lipstick: Guerlain's Rouge d'Enfer. Hat: Sally Cohen Vintage.
It's been that kind of a day, and it's only 10am. Stellar breakfast meeting, off shortly to meet critic Shya Scanlon at the Swedish cafe (there seems to be one a stone's throw of wherever I live in New York, blessedly) to give him a copy of Bohemian Girl, then back to book some Pacific NW action for Lightning People to coincide with its B&N "Discover" recognition for the holiday season, then to work on some publicity-oriented things for Booktrack, with which I'll be traveling to Frankfurt, to the biggest and most important bookfair on the globe next week – exciting news of-this-moment, VP Brooke Geahan is on the same conference line-up as timelessly elegant movie star Rupert Everett; promo for Japanther's next album, out next month (try to listen to "Porcupine" once, and get it out of your head; let me know if you do, and how); then to make a galley list for Figment, publishing Blake Nelson's Dream School this December, publicize the next edition of "Upstairs at the Square" for Barnes & Noble, Ann Beattie (The New Yorker Stories) and Markéta Irglová (Oscar winner for Once, half of the Swell Season, and now her solo album, Anar, arrives) on October 13th; editing for landscape and urban designer Diana Balmori, I'm currently delighted by her From the Desk of..., shaping up nicely; and you know... other things. I hope to achieve it all by 9pm tonight. Wish me luck.
You look like a doll, a glamour girl...
Posted by: Mish | September 29, 2011 at 01:49 PM
Look at you-you don't need luck, luck needs you!
Posted by: ohmisssally | September 29, 2011 at 02:01 PM
Oh thank god - I'm sleepy and at a momentary glance of your Twitter pic thought you were wearing a baseball cap! The world has righted itself again. That would have been a fun April fool though...xxx
Posted by: Claire | October 02, 2011 at 01:24 PM