The 4th Decade Of Visiting Paris, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:02am CEST
The first time I came to Paris I was 18. Almost 19, given, but still 18. On my first visit I walked the streets grinning
May 14, 2010
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The first time I came to Paris I was 18. Almost 19, given, but still 18. On my first visit I walked the streets grinning
Yesterday I flew from California to Belgium. Hello. From Belgium. My best friend turns 50 Saturday. She lives here. Her husband decided to fly me
Doesn’t the TV stand wheel in the background add a certain je ne sais quoi? A certain ironic reflection of the snuff bottle’s non-sphere? Can
My daughter came home for Mother’s Day. Flew all the way from New Jersey to California. Happy mom. Thank you daughter. Son is working hard
Wander into a department store, cash in your pocket. Endure torture at the hands of a tall Russian makeup artist. Buy new makeup you don’t
It’s possible to spend a week shopping in New York City. Heck, it’s possible to spend a entire life shopping there. But what if you
Saturday night I wore my Louboutin Simple 70s to the bar at the Mark Hotel. 77th and Park. To a certain extent, that sentence says
I have red, swollen, chafed, eyelids. And I blame it on my High WASP upbringing. As I have said before, my ilk live in deeply
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