In a turreted manor house with an American blonde

Jeanne Moreau in Elevator to the Gallows

Alamo Bay was added to my string of Louis Malle pearls last night. Strand of pearls includes: Pretty Baby, Damage, The Lovers, Elevator to the Gallows, Bay of Angels, Murmur of the Heart, Au Revoir Les Enfants, and is missing My Dinner with Andre, Lacombe Lucien, Le Monde du Silence, The Fire Within, The World of Silence, Zazie in the Metro and his India films.

An ode to clear communication and flip top devices.

Jeanne Moreau in Elevator to the Gallows

After years of muffled communiques on the cheapest phone ever created, I've upgraded and I am deliriously happy. The dusk of 2008 ushers out half-heard conversations, courtesy of Blanche, and an absent antenna, courtesy of Teepee.

update: Upon telling my Dear David about my new device he replied, "There will be fewer blanks to fill in...You would not believe how many times you've overcome sacrifice by volcano, Oxycontin busts, and wars of words with Russian Vogue. In my imagination." Dear David, I AM that colorful.

My castle, my books.

Miles and his very stylish wife, Frances

Dearest, from now on I intend to let you know what I am reading. On January 1, I swiped Miles: The Autobiography, from the almost black and ivory striped book case of my dearest. Might I suggest: while I read Miles, you watch Elevator to the Gallows, directed by Louis Malle, starring Jeanne Moreau, and scored by Miles Davis.