Monday, August 29, 2011

Kissed by an Angel....


Lucky me.

I was kissed by an angel, before she got her wings.


It's going to take a while to process it, but I am in those dreaded days...when time stands still. The aftermath of losing a beloved one, in this case my beautiful kitty, Baby.

I am so grateful for my time with her, mostly especially the past six weeks, which I spent only with her. Much unconditional love and fun was had by both of us.


I got to see her out in the garden, scratch at a tree, wonder at butterflies and bees, chase bugs, run after a crow, and rest beautifully in the shade, as many of her admirers came by to give her a pet or tell her how pretty she was. She learned to turn her head away when she heard the camera click on.


Before the news of her illness, she was never allowed outside, much as she sat by that window dreaming of it, everyday. Now, it was our routine. Once, and sometimes twice a day, I would carry her downstairs to the garden, gently put her down and watch her pad around like a little albino lioness, in all her puffy splendor. She was very proud, so she did not like me to pick her up to move her, or tell her when it was enough, that she needed to go inside to rest. Plus, once inside the house, there were the prison walls of the fortress that stopped her from smelling and seeing and dreaming of her freedom and incredible adventures. And maybe spotting a bug.


I took her to the abandoned neighboring house. She went everywhere, curious, curious, curious. Endless bliss, those outings were for her. When it was time to go home,  I'd pick her up and carry her back to our house, behind the gates, where she was safe, and I was never more than 3 feet away.


I knew eventually I would have to say goodbye to her. I swore that it would not be when she was really sick and unable to enjoy anything. I did not want her to suffer. I kept hoping the chemo would hold. She got a blood transfusion, and she became like a kitten again. Happy, so happy. Running, jumping, kissing my face and purring as she nuzzled her little face in my neck. Waking up to find her right next to me, waiting for me to open my eyes and smile at her. It was a magical gift of time.


In the last days, I saw her begin to falter, even as she struggled not to show it. She walked so slowly, but so happily through the garden. She looked in her usual spots, and went to nap under the banana trees, where she watched everything, but could be in the shade. Friday was the last trip to the garden. She cruised and lounged and licked her paws and washed her beautiful angelic face, and hated it when I picked her up to go inside. It was time for her checkup.


They did a blood test and the red cell count came back. It was down to 13. At her most critical, before the transfusion, it had dropped to 10. With it, she got up to 23, but, within 10 days, it can fallen back down to critical. I couldn't fix it for her. Powerless. No amount of money or specialists or interventions were going to change the horrible reality. At that point it became clear that this was as good as she was going to get. Any further and she was going to feel very, very bad, very soon. I broke down when I needed to be strong for her, and did not want her to feel my sadness. I was a mess. Then I pulled it together. It's the point of that hard decision, where they trust you to look after them, and you betray them in an effort to protect them from further harm.

As I held her close, I knew I had to let her go.

Everyone cried at the vet. They truly loved her. She usually had a lot of fun there, making friends with dogs and cats, accepting kisses from all her friends. She was never afraid to go. She liked to walk the counter at reception.  Baby owned the place.


I'm not going to write about what I said to her, because that is between us, but I can say that the love and affection this little creature showed me, taught me, and gave to me, was not what I expected when fate brought us together a little over a year ago. I had no idea the lessons that I needed so badly to learn about myself would come from observing this lovely, gentle little soul.


I miss her terribly, but I view it from a place of gratitude and humility. That is what I know.


I hope she's off in the heavens, chasing butterflies, watching bugs and feeling free, knowing that she was very, very loved and adored by the one who was fortunate enough to become her caretaker.


Rest in peace, my beloved girl. The angels are the lucky ones.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Cuba at the Getty

"Cuba's attempt to forge an independent state has been a project under development for more than 100 years and a source of fascination for nations, intellectuals, and artists alike.

A Revolutionary Project: Cuba from Walker Evans to Now looks at three critical periods in the nation's history as witnessed by photographers before, during, and after the country's 1959 Revolution. The exhibition juxtaposes Walker Evans's 1933 images from the end of the Machado dictatorship with views by contemporary foreign photographers Virginia Beahan, Alex Harris, and Alexey Titarenko, who have explored Cuba since the withdrawal of Soviet support in the 1990s. "

Don't miss the opportunity to see this remarkable exhibit. Rare and raw photography from Walker Evans and others.

A Revolutionary Project: Cuba from Walker Evans to Now

May 17–October 2, 2011. The Getty Center, Los Angeles

 http://www.getty.edu/art/exhibitions/walker_evans_cuba/index.html

Crumbling, but beautiful. Architecture from the past...

 http://blogs.getty.edu/iris/walker-evans-havana-through-an-architects-lens/

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Taking It To The Street


A friend of mine just sent me a link to a store in Los Angeles where someone is selling this old REVLON poster ad of me. Seems funny to see it again after all this time. Most of the photographs I kept are in drawers or closets, just a couple are out and around.

I remember once when I was about 25, I was visiting my sister. She had an entire wall of my ads and covers. I used to call it the Shrine. One morning, a repair man came by to look at the dryer. I answered the door. Just woke up. No make up, hair in a ponytail, and a long, dark rose colored velour bathrobe. As he entered the house, I was standing in front of the Shrine, explaining the problem with the dryer. He started to glaze over my words, and I realized he was staring at the wall.  Uh oh, I thought, he's going to start with the questions.

Nope. He stared at the wall, then looked at me and asked, "Wow, do you know her?"

I have to say, I was half amused, and half I don't know what, because there was ME, standing in front of ME, probably at least 20 different magazine covers and ads and shots of ME, and the guy had no idea I was HER.

I just said yes. He stood there talking about HER for a minute, then I cut it short, and headed for the laundry room. A weird feeling, let me tell you.

Anyway, it appears that I am back out on the market. You can buy me for $175.00.

Not sure what to think about that.

http://www.thisisnotikea.com/wordpress/?attachment_id=40946

Friday, August 12, 2011

Wallace and Edward. The Film.

"W.E." (Wallace/Edward), is a look into the relationship between Mrs. Simpson and the King of England. This film is a luxurious and grand; a delicious vacation for the eye and the imagination.

AMAZING costumes by as Cartier, Dior, and Dunhill and the very lucky Arianne Phillips for Madonna's directorial debut. From the new film, W.E. (Wallis/Edward), about the Windsors. Such great personalities to re-create! I can't wait to see it!

In the September issue of Vanity Fair.

Click here to see the slideshow-

Windsor Dressing | Hollywood | Vanity Fair