by Tim Girvin | Nov 3, 2006 | Diary
I was working back east, around Princeton and elsewhere out there, and came to this new modeling for Puma. I really like the floors, which seem like they are made of some kind of silvery slop, hardened. And there are other really strange materials as well —...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 2, 2006 | Diary
scented this, darling? I’m loving this, more: Dzongkha, L’Artisan Parfumeur. Or Timbuktu.Â
by Tim Girvin | Nov 1, 2006 | Diary
Quiet, the silent twins, mingled. They must be out wandering… Wishing well, all hallows day. tsg | princeton
by Tim Girvin | Oct 27, 2006 | Diary
I spent a couple of nights with my lover at the Gramercy Park Hotel, NYC, Schrager’s collaboration with Julian Schnabel — painter, filmmaker, now, interior designer. I found the space intriguing. What was it — dark, deeply scented of burning...
by Tim Girvin | Oct 24, 2006 | Diary
Rather lonely here, noting the stacking of messages from me. I’ll leave it at that, then. Reach, if any needs allow, for aid; reach, if any calls are heard, to offer it. I’ll practice what I preach. wishing warmth, all >...
by Tim Girvin | Oct 14, 2006 | Diary
Out there, a heron calls its rattling, croaking call, which reaches far back in time — a sound so distant in the symphony of the world that, perhaps, it recalls the auditory recoil of the time of the dinosaurs. Water drips from the madrona, old gnarled curling...
