Make me a record

Our chuppah, hand-sewn by me and my tasslemaster, gently waiting to be raised on Sunday.

cloud-building

Harf Zimmerman

Come home, love,/I want to thumb your pages/one at a time. -"Night Reading" by Sally Ashton

Elizabeth Taylor, 27 February 1932 – 23 March 2011.

Beautiful spitfire, you will live on in deeds and work.

The slow reveal

Heroïna Romanticam Dolorosa

Can we reconvene when I am married? I commit to him, I commit to you. I will visit, between now and then, because I need to. The usual coffee and you routine is my sunshine and diamond stamen.

Sketch

The more it changes, and it how it does change, this stays the same.

"Beware the ides of March."

Jezebel graveyard, Jezebel festival? Depends. Did Edward borrow your rose-colored lenses?

Sugar moon, sap moon: beware Mars today. Do not be irritating.

(2010)

JAPAN

spectacle bridge of Otani at Kyoto

I think of you, Japan. So small and paltry and mean a thing, thinking, and really of no help at all. Why this hiss, this roar, this rumble from the belly of the earth? What for? When the wind blows hard, the order we've built crumbles to the floor. Look how much we have made! None of this existed. We live in two worlds: that which is, that which we create.

Fly with me

Alexander McQueen fall 2011

We are going to scheme again, together, the tap tap tap every morning, and the luxurious sip from grandmother china and saucers, those, I've never had those before. There has been a space invasion, and a pile of lace waiting to be sewn, I wake early and I think: for there to be change, there must be a change.

Little fish, big fish.

bronze butterfly necklace by Jezebel, $220

It showered yesterday; rain, love, lingerie, swan cream puffs, aunties, cousins, childhood dreamtime, mothers, daughters.

The newest piece in my collection is cast from my grandmother's brooch. As I've told you before, and I'll tell you again, I am an only daughter's only daughter.

One Month

Candice Bergen at Capote's black-and-white ball

I smile on the inside, too.

Night of Joy

Rene Gruau

In the mailbox, little pale pink postcards say, "Yes!". The pile grows, warmth ensues.

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

David Webb aquamarine and black enamel earrings, $39,000

Tony Duquette aquamarine ring, $26,000

aquamarine and pistachio pearl ear clips, $7400

Elizabeth Gage 18k and aquamarine ring, $4000

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

On choosing gold

Dear A.B., E.D., F.K., J.S., L.B., R.M., S.C.D.,

The bride wore black all weekend, and she wants to say: I sang. Quietly, softly, in my stuffed head, I sang from love. You are beautiful, I am blessed and I say,

Thank you, and I love you.
L.B.

One is not born a woman, but becomes one. -Simone de Beauvoir

Calling me back.

Early 1900s Nautilus Shell Bronze Desk Lamp, $425 at Erie Basin

The tulip table I left behind last night, will live, in memoriam, with Neptune's light perched on it's side.

I wish I could share this with you.

Madelene's back

I enjoyed the fineries of a faint illness today, and laid in bed, late, surrounded by the promise of getting better. Winter leads to spring.

My castle, my books.

work, Snow White way

Thank you, V., for sending The Long Goodbye, an unremittingly gorgeously written, gimlet-eyed guide to a journey of eating darkness. I am scared, I am sad, I needed a flashlight-book.

Wild Silence

Horses of Sable Island

I miss you. Quiet is how I feel right now. Thank you for understanding. You are always so understanding.

What we have

Roses by Nick Knight

When time begins to be measured in strands of good and bed, the preciousness of days is fully realized. I say to you, don't wait till you know the days are precious, but I know we live too in the moment to see the economy of moments. Today is a day for love, let every day we are given be a day for love.

L.P.

Yesterday morning, we went to 141 Worth Street. Our union is blessed by the City of New York. My B will be silent.

The essence of it all.

Sometimes, love is like looking in a mirror. Sometimes, love shows you what you cannot see. Sometimes, love allows you to be the most lustrous pearl in the room. Sometimes, love lets you wear black nail polish to an all-white affair, because you find black beautiful and full of light. (video via Maryam Keyhani)