As a kid, I religiously peeled the skins off grapes first. A bitter foil to the soft fleshened interior to follow, I bit them brief and swallowed whole as a sort of drum roll. That stark of a distinction between the skin and its grape body hadn’t existed again until this day… several decades later. […]
Witnessing Tania Stavreva on piano at the National Opera Center of New York- Opera America, one rainy October night, rekindled my affinity for the lost art. Taking lessons, performing recitals and wooing family members on the black baby grand in our marble-sky lit living room as a kid, the piano became less accessible and more of a […]
On the top floor of Pier 59 it was pretty much impossible not to feature in somebody else’s selfie. There were strident leopard-print fashionistas strutting and restrutting dramatic entrances into the Oxford Fashion Studio’s waiting room (always recorded by a trustworthy friend); leopard-print solo flyers touched up their foundation in phone reflections, occasionally pausing to […]
