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WHAT WE WORE

I'm excited about the upcoming What we wore book and you probably should be too. This picture reminds me of visiting a cousin's bedroom and asking, sincerely, why he had a poster of a naked girl on the ceiling above his bed.

(Special mention to that Danny Dyer bedroom scene in Human Traffic)

WINTER PARTIES

For the last month, with very few exceptions, Elizabeth has gone to bed not merely sozzled or tipsy but stoned. And I mean stoned: unfocused, unable to walk straight, talking in a slow, meaningless baby voice like a demented child. The boredom, unless I'm drunk, too, of being in the presence of somebody to whom you have to repeat everything twice is like a physical pain in the stomach.