I am waiting

I am just tired right now,

but feel like writing something down.

These are things I like at the very moment.

Nan Kempner's debutante gown.

Boxing art.

Anita Berber. She was so skinny because she was on drugs and died at 29. But she is certainly iconic now.

Models of my childhood, muted colors, fall is coming but the leaves don't change in California.

And of course the simplicity of this magazine cover makes me eternally happy.

One headline, one model, beautiful and simple and elegant and calm.

I don't know yet what I think of next season's fashions. I kind of don't care, it's all kind of dull to me, except the Vena Cava, the Proenza, and I'm waiting for the Prada, the Dries, the Isabel Marant, and more street pictures from Paris. That's what is exciting to me. These are people who always do wonderful things that predict the future. Of what we are going to wear, which is a secure feeling. But I think what I love most of all of these designers is the colors they choose. The neons of PS, the orange and chartreuse of Vena Cava, the reds and browns of Prada, and the purples, greens, pinks, and again orange of Dries Van Noten. And Isabel, well I just like to watch the feeding frenzy. She's a master at creating that. As is my former employer Jane Mayle who's opening up a pop up any day now, and the blogs are already wagging. I can sense that the Mayleophiles (Maylentologists?) are starting to feel that familiar lurch but that it's now accompanied by a subtle choke. They worked hard on releasing their obsessions and funneling those dollars on new, other designers, but now JM is popping back up with expensive frocks and shoes by Sigerson Morrison. I personally am feeling excitement and also a sense that I kind of want to stay out of the whole thing. But, if she does do another wool trench coat like the one I missed in those final days, I will bite.

And, for the finale, this watch from OK. I've always had a crush on it.

And the lyrics to this song...can you help but sing it? So beautiful and calming.

(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

I am waiting, I am waiting (all year, all year)

I am waiting, I am waiting (all year, all year)

Waiting for someone to come out of somewhere

Waiting for someone to come out of somewhere

You can't hold out, you can't hold out

all year, all year

You can't hold out, you can't hold out

all year, all year

Waiting for someone to come out of somewhere

Waiting for someone to come out of somewhere

See it come along and

don't know where it's from

Oh, yes you will find out

Well, it happens all the time

It's censored from our minds

You'll find out

Slow or fast, slow or fast

all year, all year

End at last, end at last

all year, all year

Waiting for someone to come out of somewhere

Waiting for someone to come out of somewhere

Stand up coming years

and escalation fears

Oh, yes we will find out

Well, like a WINTER STORM

Fears will pierce your bones

You'll find out

Oh we're waiting, oh we're waiting

all year, all year

Oh we're waiting, oh we're waiting

all year, all year

Waiting for someone to come out of somewhere

Waiting for someone to come out of somewhere

Oh we're waiting, oh we're waiting

Oh we're waiting, oh were waiting...