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The plan
The original plan was: (a) Laura is flying in to Edinburgh for a gallery opening, from New York. (b) I buy a train ticket to go up and have lunch with her, spend the afternoon, go to opening. Meet apparently amazingly friendly/charming gallery director, have fun, take late train home. (c) Many slightly complicated and…
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Exquise
The French Baroque: a favorite period of mine. Although the German Baroque, in its transition from chaotic to orderly, is always impressive; and the Italian, though widely admired by good and intelligent friends, bores me; it is the quirky, unfinished but quaint English Baroque, and the fantastically ornate, seductive French, that I most enjoy. Lully,…
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LA ’89
He pulls back the brake, turning his head. Pressure of the gear shift. Bare arm and vinyl. Warm, bright air, a slight glare. Can’t see. Growl of the engine. He backs towards the red Porsche… Hand on the brake, he pulls. Up. Feet on the clutch and brake, his head turns, he feels the breeze…
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Afterthought (after bath)
I used to tell people (this is also in the context of noticing, over the years, my increasing tendency to organize my thoughts into neatly packaged anecdotes – a suspicious tendency, but useful at parties, if a bit artificial) that, before I moved to LA, I knew what it was like to relax over a…
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Cliché
The bathtub is half full; hot, with oil, smelling of mangoes. A glass of spirits (limoncello as it happens – can’t quite do the cliché of a whiskey, not the kind of thing I drink – and that tells you something about me). Today I had to call around to the HIV patient group to…
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Dis/location
Late night television: at certain points – somewhere among the fragments of Robot Chicken, The L Word, and a long advertisement for a CD set of ‘Classic Soul’ – there are so many echoing fragments of Los Angeles: Industry in-jokes, with night views behind a talking head through a plate glass window, clearly in a…
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Paul Attinello 