Cold Feet

My socks were wet by 2 pm, and somehow my sleeve was wet by 4, a rivulet must have rushed up there, maybe from my umbrella being held together by a rubber band where it was held together. It had rained and rained and rained and rained, the puddles in every gutter were gullies and the […]

Chelsea, 19th Street.

“The gallery is upstairs,” she says. It was PSAT day, thus I had a moment to flit away from school and look about. I love the PSAT even more than I did when I took it and it led me to be offered lots of money for school which I was too young and foolish […]

Jeff Koons at the Whitney

I hated the Jeff Koons show. It felt like he went out of his way to make things I would not want to look at. I thought I was so open-minded about what I would look at, what I could enjoy. I am sometimes bored, sometimes uninterested, in an art museum, but I have […]

Looks

Here I am at the Met. Here I am in my new dress. Yes, that is me. Look, look. The feminist and the philosopher in me are fretful, though, about me putting my own picture out, “posting” it is the verb, like soldiers are posted somewhere. Do people now know that I care about how I […]