a lady of the evening's nails
when i was a teenager, my father once joked that my freshly painted red nails made me look like a “lady of the evening” which i only realized later on meant “whore.” i imagine that any color would have offended his sensibilities, but that’s his journey!
anyway, after a few months of not loving myself enough to find the time, i painted my nails, and i painted them red.
i purchased that wolf card from a stationery/ephemera shop in montclair called parcel, many years ago when i lived a 10 minute walk uphill from there. i am so glad they’re still around, it is an absolutely beautiful store that, remembering them now, almost makes me miss living there.
i’m not sure what compelled me to buy that wolf card, but for the past several years it’s lived on top of this painting by my dear friend jim doran that i chose to hang upside down.
i’m the skeleton.