the view from the penthouse.

darlings we met a new friend-of-a-friend who is destined, we hope, to become a friend-of-gloria’s…..

and they have a penthouse.

which is So thoughtful and Engaging from a new potential friend.

isn’t this the Most Delicious view?

and the best bit about a penthouse (a Wrap-around Penthouse, no less) is there’s a view from the Other Side…

perhaps the loveliest thing about our meeting with this potential-new-friend-of-gloria’s is that they – like us – truly appreciate LaVieJetset because neither of us were Born to the aforementioned Life of Cashmere.

as you can see they have exquisite quiet and congenial Taste too (very important).

but Quite the Nicest Bit was discovering someone else glorious in this big cRAzy city who is grateful for a sumptuous view and has the freedom and elegance to express it.

because we’ve been feeling pretty down recently…..can’t go into it, of course, but we’ve been doing our best to stay Up and Ready for the Day ahead. And admiring the View from our travels – like these from a very Glam breakfast yesterday with one of our Friends From Abroad – really Does Help, as one might expect

(the Hudson Hotel, in case you’re curious – but isn’t it Awfully Italian-like too?)

and then admiring the piano player in washington square as he moved Seamlessly from Chopin to the Beatles and back…

and blowing bubbles against the skyline:

and continuing to get up early to see the Sunrise and read quietly at home for a while before heading out Into the Day…

and then, a little later, admire the sun glinting off a brutal skyscraper, softening the harsh glare of Corporate-ness into something akin to wonder.

the flowers also help – especially a profusion of Dutch tulips (you know we think Often about Tulip Mania, for some reason, darlings – do you?)

and it’s always Most Delightful to feel that a message on a building is waving at one, when one needs it most.

we’ve been thinking about the next chapter – whenever that starts – you know – post-green-card-and-all-that.

someone suggested a Manager would be Awfully Nice.

we agree.

tis hard to be “Talent” (we know of what we speak having Worked in Hollywood) and get Out There and perform (in a corporate or social or Theatrical setting) when one is also lugging-the-spreadsheets and booking-the-gigs (and doing the debt collecting – shudder).

wouldn’t a manager be lovely?

a talent-deal-maker-organizer-hustle-expert?

like swifty lazar, perhaps?

wouldn’t it be delicious to be celebrated at Claridges over an elegant pot of tea and talked to gently about the next few month’s plans (rather than over-scheduling one’s self and haggling over a fee – shudder – and booking-tickets – double-shudder).

we’ve actually Met With a few Potential people-that-know-the-world-of-Public-Relations, just recently. just – you know – to find out how one goes about Hiring One and Building a Support team.

but there’s no rush (sigh, due to immigration).

plenty of time to plan.

which is a Lot Easier to say when a lovely weekend stretches ahead and one enjoyed a walk home through washington square and admired the tulips and saw the sunrise And sunset in one day and generally managed Not to get Cross or crAZy (much) and one was Helpful and supportive and Rather Kind (in a glowing-inwardly-way which feels Lovely and, we hope, was also delicious to the Young people we provided a quiet time and a friendly ear to, because That’s Important).

while we’re looking for a Manager-swifty-type – we’d also love to ask the universe if it would be alright to have a Jeeves too.

we would be a lovely employer. truly lovely.


a long week.

but Much Was Achieved.

and Even More was let go…..



the penthouse in brooklyn.

the thing about illness is the way it separates us (the unwell or the recovering from being cut open and into experience) from everyone else.

even when one has to attend an event with an incredible view like this (sadly smudged and running from the pouring rain)





because our level of exhaustion is so bad and our mood swings so fluctuating that we are incapable of having surface conversations (shoes, hair, view) and hunger for real connections (a kind friend went to a memorial, another is dealing with Big Life Decisions) and thankfully we Found Them.

In front of the view – the breathtaking masters of the universe investment banker (or whatever has replaced that job in the same analogy – the new investment banker of today, probably) view we suddenly turned around – at this point here, in front of this awe inspiring sight…..

20111116-211637.jpg………and suddenly realized we could see three people who all know about This (teamgloria) and why we were claiming a corner of the extensive wraparound sofas (swathed in a celestial blue pashmina this time, not the black one or the dove grey one for that matter – yes, executive wardrobe attempts, darlings.)

we caught the glass elevator with two of them who – until this evening – had never met before.

and, once we were convinced no one could overhear, or ask questions, we said, softly……

you are both Friends of teamgloria

It was a delicious all/round/smiley moment ;)

Then we had to be grown up again and exited the elevator/lift/crystal clear conveyance and immediately saw a colleague from Abroad and bowed low and spoke a few words in Korean.

because we can ;)


and we felt energized by knowing people – just a few – understood why we had to slip away quietly.

it’s been years since someone was gallant to walk us to the subway after a work event (often our lovely friends at the weekend do, and we are Ever so Grateful).

and we had a Real conversation.

because once you’ve seen into the darkness and know it’s there, life is Just too Precious to waste with anything less.

sleep well, darlings.