Sometimes I love the internet.

Check this out.

I don't know if I actually know this person, but I feel like we are kindred spirits. Except, he/she is cooler.

Also, here's a picture I took at the gallery show of one of my favorite artists. Marcel Dzama. (Formerly of the Royal Art Lodge.) I think he secretly wants to be a theater director. Or throw really fabulous parties. Can you imagine?

paper-bagging it in washington square park on a friday night

City life is such an endless source of inspiration.
Today is the day-- the day that feels like spring or even summer when the whole city breathes a collective sigh of relief that the seemingly interminable winter is indeed coming to an end. You see the skin of girls' knees and boys' pale forearms, toes find an occasion to poke beyond open heels or summer sandals even. There is so much more music and so much more kissing. It makes me think of all of the times this has happened in my life-- all 30 times, or I was probably only really aware of the meaning of the seasons from 4 on or so... And those 3 1/2 years in LA were a little bit of a different story... But spring in a 4-season climate is a glorious thing.
Corita has a painting that says (So far) the crocuses have always come up
And I love that sentiment. And as much as I understand that intellectually-- to experience that first burst of spring is something altogether visceral; animal almost.
Happy Birthday Katie!!!! You too are an inspiration in all things.

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Two items to share today.
The first is Frank Rich's farewell op-ed in today's NYTimes. Good thing he's only going to my guilty pleasure-- NY Magazine.
The second makes Black Swan look like absolute child play.
Watch it and gasp. And then stretch. So that one day... you too might be able to...