Sunday, February 9, 2014

Sunday night in the city.

For dinner I ate Scala carpaccio with my fingers. On the steps in Union Square. In the drizzle. Alone. Red lanterns are hanging for Chinese New Year. I shot this picture of a San Francisco heart. No one would recognize me. No makeup. Mist-curled hair. Raincoat.

I window shopped on my way back to the hotel. Louis Vuitton always has beautiful, creative displays. Loro Piana, which I didn't know a thing about until we went to the outlet near Venice. Kirk Geiger shoes. Bulgari, which I have never been inside. A twenty-something wearing a backpack on her cell phone telling the person she was talking to that she was looking for Powell Street yet walking away from it.

Unexpected pleasures.

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