I didn’t spend my time skulking around Parisian hotels in a latex catsuit, but the alienation and befuddlement that Maggie Cheung feels in Irma Vep is similar to my experience in France. A state of being where the only way to feel vital is to have someone notice you and project onto you a personality that you’re not sure you have.
That’s not to say that I didn’t love France, though.
“don’t you like beautiful things?”
Commentary.
In February, I posted two pieces in Bed-Stuy on Tompkins and Halsey. These two pieces got the most attention of any...
“This was before voice mail, recorded phone messages you can’t escape. Life was easier then. You just didn’t pick up the phone.”
― Joyce Carol...
“Troubled Relationship” is now a card category at Walgreen’s, which is great because that’s the sort of situation that is...
Invited myself to the Faith Evans event at the Roxy while walking to get a manicure. Hiiii.
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