Black tie and brocade for toddlers. The Land of opportunity.
The dregs of my birthday dinner at TAK in Hudson Yards. Yum.
The Vessel . Focal Point if the new Hudson Yards. It’s basically a jungle gym for grown-ups.
1967 cover of Vogue by Bert Stern. With forty hairpieces.
Birthday bouquet from my extravagant brother.
And another one bites the dust...Bergenbags...serving America since 2016.
I don’t just do dogs, ya know.
And this is free!!!
Spring has sprung. You don’t get this in California. Seasons. P.S. okay. I knew I was on thin ice with California not having seasons. I meant LA specifically and that’s where I go to escape the NY winters!!
This is the last one I promise. The poodle hair is very labor intensive. If you knew who it was for, you’d plotz.
Bergenbags. The Breakfast Room. The room where it happens!! Or not.
Bergenbags...cooking with...electricity?? A work in progress. Living up to our motto, WE NEVER SLEEP. Except when we’re working.
Diane English. Creator of Murphy Brown. Pal of pals. Fellow flier.
I need to go back to work.
Breakfast with the NYTimes and Sinatra. Blueberries from a friend’s farm who clearly has more than he knows what to do with.
These are the brains of birds I’ve been dissecting. KIDDING!!!! It’s old, chewed bubble gun.
I seem to have fallen off the wagon....
Home where the plants aren’t trying to kill me.
This is me in the Bod Pod which measures muscle mass and body fat. I have lost one pound. In five days. At these rates, it is the most expensive pound in recorded history.
This is the Ropes’ Course. This is a No Fly Zone for me, an almost 73 year old with fake hips. The only place I’ll be flying today is home.
My aggressive stance to intimidate mountain lions. There are also rattle snakes but I don’t think this would work on them. Pretty menacing, right??
In case you missed the first warning...this one should get your attention. I was having enough trouble with the hike without this.
WTF???!!!! Sign leaving for a hike.
This is a teeny weeny portrait I painted because I am bored out of my wits at a spa.
The World’s Oldest Raptor
Humming Bird House. Their wings beat at 800 times a second. They make their nests from spider webs. So don’t complain when your builders are behind.
Spring is never coming. Never ever.
Vermeer. Maestro. Big Kahuna. Head Honcho.
Dutch Masters at The Met with daughter in foreground.
I am SO bored not working I started painting again. And, yes, one of her eyes is bigger and I don’t care.
Tarts Tatin at Rotisserie Georgette with my favorite daughter.
Marsh in the fronds
Post-Valentine’s lunch with my hubby at Majorelle. My fave.
My feet are like a chimp’s.
Last night in LA because I hate to miss a good New York Polar Vortex.
Which one is Catalina?
Sunrise. 6:30 am. Santa Monica. Sorry.
Sunset in Santa Monica. 73 degrees. Yep.
Okay. And we’re back at Goop.
My hot date for the Golden Globes.
Claire Foy. The Queen. Rule Britannia.
Just a person conducting an interview!!!
Huge police presence here. Worried about cranky actors.
NOw it will take 35 minutes to go three blocks.
Tick tock...almost done. Faith and Midge in background.
Wizard Bruce Wayne. Pulls me together before shooting. He is a magician.
Diane English, our Fearless Leader, with our director, Barnet Kellman. Tyne Daly and Andre Ward in background.