The image of lakes and trees combined embody an atmosphere of a fairytale-like glow with mist rising off of the lakes. It took me back in time; of the spectacular beauty of the Alpine landscape. I’m not exaggerating when I say I could never describe the majestic quality of nature that I connected with in Germany, it went beyond words.
In 2002 when the height of fashion mandated plunging necklines and backlines, and shiny fabric, all of which are not my taste, I tried on a red silk dress. There was a bow on the left that needed to be removed, a minor adjustment, but I could take it to my alterations lady, and voilà! As I slipped her on, she gave a little shimmy, like someone who was waiting to dance. She was quick, and she was prepared, even in the dressing room.
Most people love autumn in New York, but to me June is the most beautiful and pleasurable month.
One thing that was and still is close to me is french music. I love the high-end street record shops in Paris where live sessions are part of the summertime concert series and even now outside of France, I still enjoy listening to french music.
Ironic that my professional experience includes a work period in television production since television
viewing for the most part has never been a priority in my life, with the exception of my childhood, where like many kids I would sit cross-legged on the rug in front of the screen and watch for hours. I preferred watching old movie classics made before my time; from the Golden Age of Hollywood,
I often think I was born at the wrong time; the world as I knew it when I was growing up is vastly different than today. I don’t like to dwell on the idea that civilization is in decline. Instead, I try to follow German philosopher Schiller’s advice that you must embrace your own times, yet not let them consume you.