Age Appropriate

And in this picture I look like I have two black eyes-- which probably is the case since my trainor and I have been doing a lot of muay thai boxing, and he revels in having his glove make contact with my face. I protest, but to no avail. When we strap on the gloves, all bets are off, health insurance be damned!


(Over a streak frites dinner at Le Singt Vert. V-neck t-shirt Amercian Apparel, cashmere cardigan Adam, silk scarves around neck provenance unknown! Photo credit: Imara J.)

Imara and I watched J. Edgar at the Clearview Cinema, with a crowd of theater-goers who may have known Mr. Hoover in real life (once my hair goes grey, someone please take a gun and shoot me with pigmented ammonia). The back-and-forth between a young Leonardo Di Caprio, and more importantly a young Armie Hammer, and their prosthetically aged +40 year equivalents, was jarring to say the least.

Do we all need to grow old? Do muay thai boxing bruises turn into permanently burst blood vessels and age-appropriate freckles? How many jars of $350 night cream before there is nowhere left to hide?


(Imara J. attempting to hide, over his lamb shank and salad)