forest dwellers

I love the woods around my town this time of year. They are so stark and barren, quite romantic in a gothic/Wuthering Heights sort of way. The branches have a life of their own without leaves; I love the way the church spire peeks out between them, it reminds me of how old-New England must have felt, though admittedly not much has changed in Woodstock over the centuries...




I'm pretty sure this is the cave that we thought housed a troll when we were kids.

Two roads diverged...




Yard work, to prepare for the coming snow




barn doors and scuffed boots... ah I miss Vermont

blackandwhite

I can't take credit for these gorgeous black and white photographs, taken with a real film camera by my friend Alberto. They document the festivities of our Oct. 29 Peggy Guggenheim Interns Society Gala so elegantly. It was such an amazing weekend, absolutely lovely to see so many people I had missed since summer! And at what better venue than the Guggenheim?



At MoMA, earlier that day...


Here I am at Le Pain Quotidien, drinking cappuccino out of a bowl.

The gang. We had such a fun time!