We painted our 120 year old Edwardian hallway turquoise, a firm upward finger to the pandemic fashions of “neutral” grays and taupes. Our painter confessed he was initially horrified (only knowing clients who were nervous about ahistorical paint jobs), but that he ultimately loved it. He found this color comforting and enlivening, a color that […]
One – nous sommes août. I like that in French “we are” a month. I am August, living in Paris for a month. July and August (like their Roman Emperor namesakes) have been prodigious in black comedy hours.
My cat sniffs his new building in Manhattan, reading it like a newspaper. Smell is the sense that cats need most to feel secure. His whole body trembles on our front porch at the intensity of sirens, thunderstorms, garbage and icecream trucks. He only stops shaking when we cover one or two of his ears, […]