Yesterday I met a man…we did what men do. He arrived at 8 and left at midnight. He had piercing blue eyes. I made him tell me, as part of our ‘role play’ that he loved me, that he was never going to leave me.
It really turned me on.
Tonight is my last night in London after a really eventful day. Started at 9am with Jess calling about our trip to Paris.
Multiple contractions of apprehension.
After a huge breakfast at Soho House I nipped over to Dover Street in Mayfair through the pouring rain to pick up my new APC pants..they are so yummy. Grey cashmere. Perfect for this miserable, cold weather.
On an impulse I popped into Oswald Boatang and bought a beautiful Stephen Jones hat. Reduced from $500 to $100. The assistant who sold it to me stood so close to me when I was trying it on…I could feel him. He was so beautiful I felt like touching his face.
He smelt so clean…scrubbed.
I didn’t touch him. I thanked him for being so attentive.
Finally..after literally years of deliberation…I stopped in at a tailor on Saville Row and started the process of having a coat made for next winter. That beautiful bespoke coat I have wanted all my life. A coat that I am designing with the tailor.
Loving London so much. I love that I know it so well and can afford to live a very comfortable life here.
I went to therapy at 1pm. Really great meeting. Met Matt Rowe at 2pm and had Jerusalem artichoke soup for lunch.
Have not seen Matt for yonks…he has had two kids and recently separated from his girl friend. He is best known for writing with his writing partner Biff all of the Spice Girls hits.
We reminisced. We wondered how we got away with so much?
He has a great sense of humor…as does Charlie P.
Matt and I met Charlie Parsons at Tottenham Court Road and we all headed to High Barnet to meet with Konrad and see his work. He mixes his own semen into the paint. Huge studio in a disused artificial limb factory. Bought a very beautiful painting. Charlie bought two. Ate chocolate biscuits and drank hot tea.
The Little Dog ran around like a mad thing. Running all over the paintings and insanely trying to eat any paintbrush he could lay his paw on.
Schlepped back to town. Had a hot chocolate, fed the dog…went to bed.