Tony Curtis, June 3, 1925 – September 29, 2010

Farewell, Mr Curtis. Let's revisit your finest hour and catch up with Josephine, Daphne, and Sugar Kane Kowalczyk.

Cake? Who needs it! Give me swans instead.

Black, white, lace, leopard. There's really nothing I'd like more (sartorially, speaking) than to populate my wardrobe with Dolce & Gabanna's Spring 2011 collection. Until then, I'll scrub deep, dress sheer, and walk by Fortunato's every morning for that real Italian feeling.

Reparation

Roman Pool, Hearst Castle

Mosaicology asked (thank you!), I answered. I'm normally shabby at these things- this time, fleet feet! Though, I haven't quite played by all the rules, so shabby still, I suppose.

1. I am an only daughter's only daughter.
2. I am black-haired, turning white.
3. I am intent on anonymously distributing a pamphlet.
4. I am outing my anonymous intentions.
5. I am a weasel, and an owl.
6. I am green-eyed, though not the jealous sort.
7. I am in love.

Aunt L-

The Godfather (don't think about what happened next)

We're back from Wine Country, with a sheaf of lavender, fresh from the fields, a battered silver swan, and a noble Roman nose. We were spoiled by parents, and vineyards alike. We stayed in a town from my childhood, and eased back into life with a nightcap and 30 Rock.

Cats in repose

he's a P, i'm a B (frm identical eye)

Bowled over by beauty, I've been a fog-wanderer. We're off for a small holiday. I'm aiming to do nearly nothing but mull and muse, and even those I might leave at Pennsylvania Station.

Come back

photo frm Vogue UK

On Sunday we celebrated! We toasted to Cherokee's parents and to...together! I sat in the park, with my oldest friend. There was hope and musical accompaniment. I arrived home to pizzas and a house full of love. We raised glasses of Dom Pérignon with some of our very dearests. I have snakes with diamond eyes on my left hand.

On Monday, Björk sang Gloomy Sunday for her friend, Alexander McQueen.

Ouroboros

frm Purple Diary

Inscribed in hieroglyphics on an Egyptian wall: the male serpent is bitten by the female serpent, the female serpent is bitten by the male serpent, Heaven is enchanted, earth is enchanted, the male behind mankind is enchanted.

Beloved

Ketubah, Italy, 1662

This is a love letter, a love letter to my parents, my ghosts, my swans, my muses, what I have loved, what I have lost. This is a love letter to animals, spirit and flesh, wild hearts, graceful souls, hopefuls, brothers and sisters, dearest ones, wonders I have known, wonders I will know. This is a love letter to the man I will marry.

Free, like only a gang of wild bunnies should be.

Creature Ring II by Bittersweets NY

Last night, Robin taught me new tricks, ergo you can't hold me back! Only I'm allowed to do that.

Dream time

The World of Henry Orient

Last night with R:

me: Its going to be so much fun when you can share all these things with S. (ed: R's daughter, age 4). Did you read The Egypt Game? Kind of a companion piece to The Mixed up Files. 1960s New York, good god. Breakfast at Tiffany's, Lyle Lyle Crocodile, tail end of Salinger, The World of Henry Orient, Auntie Mame, Peggy Guggenheim, and now Mad Men.
R: That is quiet a gamut of age ranges! We read lyle lyle a lot now. I never read The Egypt Game! Exciting. Auntie Mame is a Very Weird Read.
me: i get easily carried away

My castle, my books.

Last Year at Marienbad

As summer wanes (waned, but I won't admit it, no) I've picked up a long-time library resident for a first time read; The Invention of Morel, inspiration for my beloved Last Year at Marienbad, inspiration for your beloved drama. Turns out, we might all be lost to temporality.

Breaking rules every other minute

Rodarte

This girl has to take care of this girl. Back on Monday.

Dispatch

The Britannica Library of Great American Writing, Vol. I and II (set) vintage re-covered books by Neapolitan

Discovered a new way into what you have to say, and in between the extractions of memorandum from anonymous ghosts, I've had the chance to revisit forgotten feedback. In short: thank you for your comments. It's heartening to know who stands on my left and my right, especially JWC, D-H, L.A., ESB, G.B., MPF, and of course, all of you.

Concord grapes and a visit to Mars

frm Ensuite, of course

I'm holding tight to this season. We went to Rockaway on Sunday with one half of Ghost Gamblers (and, oh! how the other half + one to come was missed.) I only wiggled myself into jeans this morning (thank you enchiladas) with the promise of brother's favorite beach, Fort Tilden, Sunday next.

Whips & Wind

Christina Onassis, 5 years old, Paris, 1957 by Alejo Vidal-Quadras

Who is your own worst enemy? I am mine, I am mine. It's last night, it's too late, it's still 80°F (feels like 81°F), and I'm doing the old knock it down, kick it in the teeth, followed by the required resurrection, the phoenix that grows from the quick, easily forgotten moment of self-possession. Will it work? Goddamn, one of these days, its just got to. These wild, white hairs aren't dyeing themselves.

Sorceresses of Christmas Morning

Cinderella

Took home small, thin-skinned, purple eggplants from R's fire-escape and palmed them in wonder the whole walk home. I've had figs from Carroll Gardens, tomatoes from Vermont and I cry, "Miracle!" as I do battle with my succulents.

In the event you are a billionaire's baby, born in September

snake brooch circa 1880s, 14k, sterling, sapphire and diamonds, $2850

Victorian bangle set with diamonds, sapphire, rubies, $4700

cabochon sapphire and diamonds earrings, 19th century, $17,000

early 20th century diamond and sapphire ring, $795

Art Deco Platinum, Diamond, Sapphire, Pearl & Onyx Bracelet, 1930, $21,5000

Tony Duquette multi-stone necklace, $125,000

I've picked out some jewels for you from 1st Dibs, featuring your birthstone, the sapphire. Let me know which one you get.