well (she sighs, unwrapping the long grey/gray/Dior-shade cashmere scarf from her neck) - were you here in manhattan today?
wasn’t it a beautiful day?
a ravishingly blue-blue sky and clouds like powder puffs on a debutante’s mirrored dressing table (one of those with the palest of pink lined satin under which peek a couple of divine mules.)
just a day or so ago.
as well as the incredible newsworthy and timely power of blogs
and photography and talent and open debate and the gloriousness of magazine journalism.