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The psychiatrist on the 16th floor has a small black fluffy dog. She lives and works in this impossibly glamorous building which is, past its prewar lobby and doormen, quite shabby: tape holding down wires to a camera, the land line, the floor is worn, the furniture moved in about 1970, never moved again. This […]

Windows

Horrible pink and gold in the Chanel windows right now. Very sad because “Chanel” is my favorite, probably because of the sound of the name, the same reason I like “Jameson,” truth be told. My therapist’s office is on the upper east side, one of the fanciest neighborhoods in America. My walk back to 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 […]