Does a mini hiatus actually exist if I don’t address the radio silence since early July? It’s not that I don’t have things to write about; it's quite the opposite, in fact. Lately, it feels as though I have too much to find the right words for and not enough to spare post-workday—a good problem to ... Read More
Objects of Desire
Took the ever-elegant Lady Dior on an outing this weekend. To the LACMA we went; it'd been a while since I visited (and at least two years since she'd been out of storage). Key works were still just as I remembered (Picassos and Matisses, namely, and this giant David Hockney of his view commuting to ... Read More
Quarantine Reading: One Book a Day (Week 9)
Still at home, reading one book a day for as long as this quarantine lasts. DAY 61: DEVOTION (WHY I WRITE) + THE YEAR OF THE MONKEY I love the way Patti Smith sees and experiences the world. Everything is ritualistic. Absolute poetry. And although her first few books (Just Kids, M Train) still ... Read More