A gorbeh eating in a restaurant.
Sophia Loren
Enjoying my paradise, reading about stuff like this:
Max Jacob by Pablo Picasso,
Christian Dior sketching,
Erik Satie in a corner
(before I forget, check this out)
Christian Bérard and others from that set.
…dinner with gorbat at the splended Lever House, NYC. Pictures of birthday cake to follow later. After a month at work in the sculpture and printmaking barns in Pennsylvania, it was quite a surprise: an extravangancy…to find myself seated in a pod booth drinking various beverages containing elderflower and fresh pressed concord grapes. It was a lovely place indeed, thanks to my gorbeh:
I was on my tricycle and almost ran over a squirrel!
Girl Author, YSL Totem bag, ‘89 Crown Vic
This weekend I was chillin, Baltimore-side, when my lady bought me a necklace in gold, bejeweled with two golden ice-cream cones. Probably ‘cause they call me Twice-as-Nice. Feelin straight gangstrid.
If you happen to find yourself in the quaint countryside you might notice that the temperature is dropping. So draft yourself a hood.
This week I am sampling the passionate fragrance Poivre Piquant by, of course, L’Artisan.
I feel like pulling up to a drive-in by way of an ‘89 Crown Vic. Curious, I must say.
