Airplanes in the night sky.

Its sunrise on the day of my departure. Sick at the thought of everything I've left undone. This seems barely possible. Blue Flowers Deli (affectionately "Blue") has saved me on many a morning, but I don't even have 5 minutes for greasy goodness.



The next time I write, I'll be at home, in Carolina... God, I'm not asking for a miracle, just a small favor.

The clock never seemed so alive.

There have been frantic (pathetic) attempts to catch up with the people I love; desperately trying to hug the city goodbye. More on this later. Last full day here! And last full day with health insurance. Stuffing my life into boxes.



Patrick Kelly, Iman, Grace Jones & Naomi Campbell, New York, 1989
Naomi Campbell, Christy Turlington & Linda Evangelista, Paris 1990
Tina Turner with Azzedine Alaia, New York, 1986,

Binge and purge.

Cleaning, laundry, purging, sorting, organizing... as the dawn is breaking. I even canceled a date with a disco ball and my dancin shoes... because its crunch time! I'm deciding which magazines to toss. December '05 US Elle is in the toss pile, but ripping out this Carlyne Cerf editorial; it reminds me to force KJ into brave fashion decisions...

And from January '10 Bazaar, this Arlenis story... because maybe I want a bike.

Get down girl, go 'head get down.

Movie in the background... insanely fitting.

the best laid plans of mice and men

Packing... well, not so much. Stopping, starting, snacking, starting again.



Paperback project spotted at 'an ambitious project collapsing.'

taking the liberty

Anticipating the 4th of July... there better be fireworks. Without a doubt, I'll say something like, "our first fireworks!" But fine, one day at a time...

pie me

West Village... I might as well call it the Great Unknown, because I'll never be able to navigate that neighborhood. 6th Avenue is such a puzzle. Anyway, walking back and forth, trying to find a bar, I pass Patisserie Claude! A year ago, I was obsessed with quiche. I went to every "authentic" French place in the city, to find the perfect recipe. With the move, I'm adding "quiche mastery" to the to-do list. Hell yeah.

Martha Stewart's looks like a beast I can muscle... and KJ has 2 ovens, giving me the freedom to fail twice at the same time.