12.31.2008

Suddenly strangers everywhere, especially outdoors begin to approach you like if they've known you forever. Some ask you to take their picture, borrow your silly sparkling hat or just tell you how nice you are, and that they really appreciate people like you. A few signs of decadence now and then. A blonde in unbelievable black stiletto heels walking and who knows falling down at some point. A figure sleeping at the train station. Feathers on my hair. Noise, joy, smiles. And the best way to drink champagne is not with chips in a hot summer night like Marilyn Monroe in The Seven Year Itch, but drowning in sweets like Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette. At new year's eve, naturally.