After peeing, and since noone else seems to want to take care of it, I make breakfast. That’s porridge with cut up hazelnuts raisins and a few spices. Then some juice, tea, hot chocolate for the child and a few toasts with jam or honey.
Stravinsky, Chopin, Gainsbourg, some old Cuban stuff and a few Velvet Undergrounds songs once in a while.
Don Quixote, Henry Miller’s books, good old Dostoevsky but I’m not in the mood these days, and oh yes, of course: Haruki Murakami’s short stories that I’m adapting into an animation feature!
Chora village on the top of Amorgos Island.
Home these days, as long as I’m not cooking. Nonetheless, I have ar ecipe blog.
Unfortunately internet, a little less painful since I got rid of the ads.
The Paris review, the New Yorker, can’t think of anything else.
Garter belt with silk stockings.
Garter belt with silk stockings, Lederhosen.
Yeah, then I regret it.
I hate them all with love.
I want to say Stravinsky, but I don’t think that would be much fun, so maybe a young educated women from ancient Greece? No coffee then though...
My father, my piano teacher, and some anonymous artist from ancient Persia.
Their main problem seems to be lack of concentration, so yes, learn to concentrate, and only say what you really believe is true, learn to appreciate the difference between something desirable and something you desire and so forth.
Somehow, I seem to manage to finish what I’m doing, it’s a way of keeping myself unfinished.