The whole city turns into a photography festival starting tomorrow, so today the dog gets me to himself before the month disappears into fairs and openings. One last slow afternoon — come claim the other half of this bench?
The whole city turns into a photography festival starting tomorrow, so today the dog gets me to himself before the month disappears into fairs and openings. One last slow afternoon — come claim the other half of this bench?
Halloween only works if you commit to looking like trouble, and committing has never been my problem. Would you open the door if it was me knocking?
The week finally let go of me and I'm returning the favor. Tell me you'd walk in and not look away.
Jenny Holzer projects words onto museum walls and I came home wondering what they'd look like traced across skin instead. Tell me where you'd start.
A whole show about reinventing fashion opens today and I'm still standing at the wardrobe with nothing decided. Pick for me?
Last stretch for Penn & Fashion at MEP and I'm running out of weekend to see it. The dress is on the hanger, everything under it is still up for debate. Come hurry me along?
Sleep gave up on me and now the whole room looks like a Jahan print — everything slightly wrong in the best way. Come to the Marais with me later?
Art Basel takes over the Grand Palais tomorrow and I'm meant to be resting my eyes before the preview — this felt like better preparation. Keep me up a little longer?
Came home from the OFFSCREEN opening with a projector's worth of ideas and nowhere left to put them but me. Stay for the whole loop?
Coffee before clothes — house rules here. Tell me you'd pour yourself a cup and stay a while.