we got very quiet today, in splendid contemplation – but also because we might have a cold coming on – or maybe it’s autumn – and perhaps our body remembers the night-before-the-knives on-the-throat a year ago tomorrow.
Or maybe we don’t need excuses to get quiet anymore.
we slept for hours this afternoon and then turned on the lamps, made a pot of english breakfast with lemon, grabbed a stack of interior porn (that’s glossy magazines featuring the gorgeous and the Italian and the deeply beautiful houses with Lives loved and lived by the Glamorous Types for those who thought otherwise for a second ;)
local excitement: new artisanal food joint opened in TriBeCa – all good things………
…….artfully distressed walls, rough hewn wood counters, rough grain bread, dark rich sensuous coffee, pure hits of Brooklyn made chocolate and a bench or two to while away a few minutes while gathering up one’s purchases and exchanging deep meaningful looks with fellow citizens in diesel denim.
You know how it is.
Of course we bumped into the one person we know who lives nearby and had one of those ultimate arthouse film conversations about bamboo and cactus care while her seven year old climbed all over the tall stools in late summer print and blonde hair flying.
It is Awfully Cinematic here right now.
To cap it all – the heat broke and a huge thunderstorm racked the skies so we peeked out onto the fire escape to watch.