I went to the NY Art Book Fair yesterday at PS 1 (so many beautiful little books! and art kids! and Thurston Moore!) then biked back home, stopping to purchase some gorgeous broccoli along the way. I ended the day hunkered down in front of the TV set.
I don’t talk too much about television here, but Sunday nights are all about me and Don Draper. I know I’m probably stating the obvious, but it’s the best-written show out there, and it’s so gorgeously filmed. The set design, the clothes, everything is out of sight. It’s a real piece of art.
But more Peggy please! Everytime Peggy gets laid it makes my night. A small triumph for the single, working girl. Even if she is always sleeping with the wrong man.
We are all always sleeping with the wrong man. Except when we are not sleeping with anyone at all.
