Stacy Horn

You really can’t tell how pretty this is from this shot, but here is yet another dress I cannot possess. And unlike many dresses I see and like in windows, this one actually might look okay on me.

OH GOD. I just realized, I’ve been invited to the 9/11 Memorial & Museum Benefit Dinner and I have nothing to wear. Checking invitation … thank God. It says business attire. I’m okay. I don’t actually own any business attire anymore, but for a second I thought it was going to be black tie, and not only do I not have anything in that category in my closet, I wouldn’t be able to buy anything. I think I can manage to but together something acceptable for this.

Of the two kittens, Bodhi likes Bleecker best. He’ll often curl up with him to sleep, and initiate play. Here is Bodhi, nestled under Finney’s chin. This makes me more happy than I can say. For so long Bleecker only had Finney, who had zero interest in him. It was awful for everyone. Bali likes Bleecker too by the way, but Bodhi loves him. (Bodhi loves everyone though. SLUT.)

I was asked about pictures of Bodhi and Bali. The problem is, I still haven’t bought a new camera and the pictures on my iphone are not great. But I took this a couple of hours ago. It’s doubly hard trying to take a decent picture of black cats. I know this from years of shooting Finney. Check it out though. It’s very hard to tell them apart.

I didn’t even ask what they were online for! So unlike me. I usually ask. Waiting on a line is excruciating for me, and I want to know what people think is worth doing that for, not that I have never waited on a line. I’ve waited on lines for movies, back in the day.

I just don’t know what to make of John McCain. I once liked and admired him (although I certainly didn’t agree with all his positions). Then he ran for president, and became this unrecognizable bitter, angry man, who was willing to sacrifice his principals in order to get elected. Which didn’t get him elected, and must have further embittered him.

Since then, every once in a while I see flashes of the man I once admired. I’m very sorry for his recent diagnosis.

From a model shoot I passed by on my way home from an opening at the Carter Burden Gallery. I really really need to buy a camera to replace mine (I dropped it and it is irreparably broken).