Here have some pictures of my bedroom wall which I transferred from college and spent a lot of time re-taping, also featuring my Nan Goldin obsession.
Below: photos from The Whitney, David Zwirner Gallery, my last month in the city, and little excerpts of my writing
February 29, 2016: December ended early but the winter dragged on.
April 22, 2016: I hurled my focus into the world around me in it’s entirety. Every day, I handed $2.25 exact change to the newsstand attendant on University and 9th for a New York Times. I read about the carbon dioxide accumulating in the ozone and the ever-dissolving glaciers nine thousand miles south and the stubbornness of war two oceans away. But ultimately, reading about everything going wrong, no matter how far away, just made me feel inadequate, so I stopped and read books instead.
April 23, 2016: For quite some time, I found a dull comfort in always knowing what tomorrow was going to be like. I still do. And despite it all, I forgive them and myself and all the miles in between. I don’t really think there’s much else I can do.
April 7, 2016: In the past three years, there have a been a number of things that have stayed the same and also things that have changed beyond recognition. And what ended up surprising me the most, I suppose, were the things that remained the same. Because they were never the same in the right way.
April 12, 2016: I found myself among women in brown fur coats, men speaking familiar words in soft lisps. I found myself lost in red-carpeted halls. I wandered past a cocktail party eight floors up. And I had come alone, but it didn’t feel that way.
April 14, 2016: I never did get used to opening those blinds every morning and seeing California.
April 26, 2016: There are days when all I can think about is the spring when the cherry blossoms fell down like snow and we played poker in the dining room. About the day when we gave up and threw the cards across the table, kings and queens speeding to the floor like kamikaze pilots.
April 30, 2016: “And how do you carry on after you’ve lost everything?” “You go out and you lose it all again until you understand that you can’t ever really own anything.”
May 18, 2016: There was a time when I admired her. What would knock most people to the ground, she could bear with ostensible ease. Of course, that eventually changed along with everything else.
Flight home from New York
Viewing of The Virgin Suicides at the French Institute
^me and my love (manhattan)
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By now, I’m sure you’re probably sick of hearing about my love affair with museums. But the way I see it, the more museums you go to, the more you start to see everything as art, especially stuff that isn’t in museums.
I just left New York for the summer and am missing the city quite a bit already, so I’m afraid you’ll just have to bear with my nostalgia for a bit.
In other news, I added a May playlist to the Music Forum so please do go take a look and as always, comment songs you think I’d like. A few of the songs for this month were actually recommended to me last month in the comments — I really do listen to all the songs you tell me to!
And on a final note, I just wanted to say thank you so much for all of your sweet comments on my posts I really do read all of them (and try to reply to as many as I can). Every last one makes me smile and I don’t say thank you enough — thank you!!
I hope you have an incredibly beautiful day.
XX, The Girl in the Little Black Dress