exhibit 1: what's left of my near-death experience. I'll call it fleur du mal.
exhibit 2: at East Hampton's IT brunch spot, Babette's, feeling nauseated by the crowd and how seriously they take themselves in between sips of Acai and mammoth bone powder frap, i venture to the bathroom and ... voila'. A nude. Confined, with guilty self-indulgent pleasure, to the only spot where it could be seriously savoured, removed from the pesto and sundried tomatoes omelettes. Vulgar (the pesto/tom omelette). Excelsus (the nude).
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