Polar Bear Desire

I should be a polar bear, but it's impossible

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Miss Havisham, Spinster Extraordinaire, ascends into heaven in a burst of light, and the sky is filled with her voice, “We are young, heartache to heartache we stand, no promises, no demands, love is a battlefield, woah, we are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong, searching our hearts for so long, both of us knowing, love is a battlefield…”

23rd Street & 10th Avenue looking southeast, NYC, 28 July 2014, 1:03pm

Miss Havisham, Spinster Extraordinaire, ascends into heaven in a burst of light, and the sky is filled with her voice, “We are young, heartache to heartache we stand, no promises, no demands, love is a battlefield, woah, we are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong, searching our hearts for so long, both of us knowing, love is a battlefield…”

23rd Street & 10th Avenue looking southeast, NYC, 28 July 2014, 1:03pm

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Miss Havisham, Spinster Extraordinaire, emerges from The Dark Forest & sings, “What can I do to make light of this dull dull day? What switch can I pull to illuminate the way? Show me one direction, I will not question again, for a warm injection is all I need to calm the pain, we all need a love resurrection, just a little divine intervention, we all need a love resurrection, just a little divine intervention…”

79th Street & CPW, NYC, 27 July 2014, 1:57pm

Miss Havisham, Spinster Extraordinaire, emerges from The Dark Forest & sings, “What can I do to make light of this dull dull day? What switch can I pull to illuminate the way? Show me one direction, I will not question again, for a warm injection is all I need to calm the pain, we all need a love resurrection, just a little divine intervention, we all need a love resurrection, just a little divine intervention…”

79th Street & CPW, NYC, 27 July 2014, 1:57pm

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Miss Havisham ascends into the sky & as the angels chant, “Love, love, love…”, she sings, “Touch me, touch me or I’ll find somebody who will…” “Love, love, love…”

In a Starbucks on 6th Avenue near 23rd Street, NYC, 26 July 2014, 1:44pm. (Clouds) looking west on 10th Avenue & 23rd Street, NYC, 26 July 2014, 1:01pm

Miss Havisham ascends into the sky & as the angels chant, “Love, love, love…”, she sings, “Touch me, touch me or I’ll find somebody who will…” “Love, love, love…”

In a Starbucks on 6th Avenue near 23rd Street, NYC, 26 July 2014, 1:44pm. (Clouds) looking west on 10th Avenue & 23rd Street, NYC, 26 July 2014, 1:01pm

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My friend La Comtesse sent me this fab pictures from the Jeff Koons show at the Whitney. Many people say he’s a charlatan, but there is something there even if that something is nothing. I admire & enjoy the bombastic & vulgar nature of Koon’s work. It is like candy that is too sweet, but you can’t stop devouring it. The little kitty kills me…

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Coming up at auction:  A lovely, if late Victorian etagere, estimate $300-500. A French silverplate coffeepot with lion’s head spout, estimate $300-500, early 19th century, covet…a George III armchair, estimate $400-800.  I am obsessed with claw-and-ball-feet!  Pair of Renaissance Revival rosewood side chairs (The auction cataloged them as Aesthetic which is definitely not right.)  1860’s/1870’s, estimate $600-900, covet…

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