Monthly Archives: September 2010

rosie hardy. hands all over.


(c) Rosie Hardy Have I mentioned how proud I am of Rosie? The fantastic British artist – who I’ve been nearly-neighbours with on both sides of the pond – is responsible for the cover art of Maroon 5’s new album: Hands All Over. Famous for her self portraits, this might turn out to be her

sometimes a hat is just a hat


Week before last I went to Wesleyan and read ‘A Good Man Is Hard to Find.’ After, I went to one of the classes where I was asked questions. There were a couple of young teachers there and one of them, an earnest type, started asking the questions. ‘Miss O’Connor,” he said, ‘why was the

the long weekend


I starting running again last week. Planned to keep it up over the long weekend. My daily ritual, to ward off stress and keep my body strong. I’ve given up on the idea of weight loss. The idea that ‘it’ll all be better if I can just shave off this last stone’. Life comes and

didion


We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forgot who we were. —Joan Didion

mal du pays


A field in Cheshire. Next to our old Sunday Pub. I always want to sing “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz” whenever I pass it. You wouldn’t know from all the fleurs – but it was bitchin cold that day. This, the explanation for why my face looks like a rubber mask. I hardly recognise myself.