i wore my techni-color dream coat last night at the opening at the gagosian in beverly hills. the cameraman who was taping the show followed me around everywhere. its such a showpiece.
i bought it from my friend sielian, who owns a vintage store on melrose and doheny. she started out with a plot at the melrose trading post, until all the celebrities persuaded her to open a store in west hollywood. she's great.
it's a vintage geoffrey beene swing-coat, from the sixties, in the vein of edie sedgewick, who in turn comes from a long line of dilettantes. you have to try it on to understand. once you put it on you feel like you are wearing a cloud. it imparts levity to my so-called life.
by the way, the yayoi kusama show was all pathology and polka-dots; it made me want go insane too. she lives in an asylum, voluntarily, in tokyo. i thought maybe a polka-dotted dress would have been more appropriate for the occasion. i have this great de la renta one, but i'm not sure if it still fits.
maybe it wasn't so genius, but i kept saying: "thoughts on dots?" while laughing hysterically (they caught this on tape, i know). it was almost a dr. seuss nightmare. no one answered, no one thought it was funny, but francine, my fox-fur sidekick from paris, replied: "no thoughts, but i'll have another plastic cup of that chardonnay, s'il vous plait."
I remember you driving off into the early morning after our late late yaki tori session in your swank convertible…
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