The sea was both silver and green and rippled in the weak sunlight. Light snow was falling and I watched…
My heart was broken. Cracked like old paint on a wall. I was in Florence, Italy and Marco had left.…
The Cannes Film Festival was better than the Oscars as it gave me an excuse to leave LA. People think…
I could hear music. Phantom music. Music in the background like a soundtrack. It was never perfect or melodic. It…
By the first of the month, December, the month of sneezing and shopping; you had moved your cracked, stretched suitcase…
I bought the jacket at a second-hand shop in Cannes. The movie festival had ended and the city was emptying.…
It was Picasso’s Blue Period. The stretch of time between 1900 and 1904. All his paintings were blue or blue-green.…
It’s been happening for some time. I’m on the Rock in Monaco and it’s the changing of the guard. From…
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of…
She was clean. She felt it. Warm and reassuring. Like when you hold a hand over a candle flame. Yes.…