Knock-knock.

Who's there?


Papa Smurf.


Papa Smurf who?


Papa Smurf in the oven and eat him for lunch.

Coal Miner's daughter

Is there a diamond at the heart of every piece of compressed carbon? Is that what we turn into over eons?

Monday nite salons on the upper west side. Drinks @ Cafe des Artists, then wine in the DaDa elevator I call home.

Constructivist conversations deconstructing fashion with underground icons...

Sky color clothes...the population here is like the atmosphere....white, blue, grey, black....some of us have to be the sunset...

Family, ever expanding and reconnecting, life knows where its going if you just let it be...

here, breathing, its spring in NYC