10 a.m.: Went by the agency after breakfast to talk to the team and my agent, Emily Novak. I leave for London at the end of this week for AllSaints. Sorting out planes, trains and automobiles. I come back two days later to shoot here in NY. Loads of back-and-forth last month and looking like it's not going to be much different this month. Last trip I took, I knew the airplane crew from a previous flight a few days before. It reminded me of when I was a young pro athlete when I travelled similarly: I'd get on a plane and know the stewards from a flight I'd taken earlier that month. It's a bit of a weird experience when that starts happening.
12:30 p.m.: 12:30 appointment with Martial Vivot for Michael Bastian. Keeping in the vein of pure elegance and style, Michael has me up for a visit to fellow Frenchman, Martial, for a proper men's cut in a truly excellent and extraordinarily handsome men's barber shop on the Upper West Side. Let's talk about a lovely experience! Gentlemen, dandy gents and everyone in between: please, go see this guy. Not only is he a real craftsmen when it comes to hair, but he's also a most gracious and excellent host; the first words out of his mouth after I sat in his chair were (after introductions of course), "Here, you don't move. We move for you." And off I went for an hour of bliss. I look forward to seeing him again Tuesday.
6 p.m.: After a few more work meetings, I get to end the night by meeting up with two of my all-time favorite friends and writers: Eric Dean Wilson and Eileen Myles. [I meet up with] Eric at my pal JD Samson's Sunday night tea party at the Rusty Knot, and Eileen at Katrina Del Mar's exhibit at Participant, Inc. where she read from "Chelsea Girls." I did a piece for Eileen last winter called "Many problems meet here. Eileen Myles." It was named after a quote that came from one of the many conversations she and I have had over tea, about all things and what not. Its a 13 x 15 foot print of breasts I put up in an empty lot. The piece I did with Eric last summer involved me getting dolled up, us walking around together in public for an hour and then him writing a response piece to the experience. We called it "Escort."
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