• Monday, 21 July 2014

  • at home in provence


    Everything about the countryside in the south of France feels like home.  All day long and all night you hear the sound of cicadas.  Life moves slower - and yet it feels ancient and modern all at once.  The newly planted vineyards that grow outside of a medieval town.  A Roman aqueduct with a motorcycle parked on top of it.  



    I took the time to quiet my mind.  You can breathe here.  When you breathe you get the sense that, with every breath, you’re rebuilding your life.  It feels good, indeed.

  • Tuesday, 8 July 2014

  • I’m working on a white summer sweater. It’s so hot in the city now that I can’t think of wearing anything with sleeves, but I hope to get this done by the time I go to Provence.

    I’m desperately trying to find a good book before I go. Books are not as delicate for me as films or tv (I can’t watch violence of any kind), but I care about what I read even more. I need beautiful writing, and to identify with the characters more than be entertained. I’ve realized that for me, writing and reading is more of a validating act than anything else. How many characters I’ve impersonated and become over the years, characters that I’ve created for myself only — I write to give them a voice. No other reason. I’ve written hundreds of books in my mind. Started and finished them.

    Sometimes I don’t want to do the work, though. I want someone to read my mind and write the book for me.

  • Wednesday, 14 May 2014

  • Knitwear design at FIT. This is by Grace Cox. I love how the coat is both classic 50s shape and indigenous in the same moment. I imagine Jackie Kennedy wearing a drape like this, or it could be a traditional Peruvian or Native American design.

    The hat, of course, is simple - although without the pom I think the whole ensemble would be more elegant. This is what I love about knitwear design. Some of the best designs are the simplest, and the simplest to execute.

  • Sunday, 11 May 2014

  • On long walks alone through Manhattan, I forget about everything people say New York City is. I don’t think about the trends, the work, the rents, the diversity. I think only about the architecture and the names of streets as I pass them.

    I’m not a tourist but I’m always looking up at the tops of buildings to see what kind of angle of photo I can take. Or just to see the embellishments from a different era of life - the art deco buildings are my favorite.

    The energy of Chinatown is like no other place in the city. Busy on some streets with fish markets and green grocers, and so quiet on others, as dusk turns to evening and the alleyways take on all the elements of film noir.