William Eggleston: Paris
Last night I dreamt that I moved to NYC. I caught a bus to go to a job interview at a department store on the Upper East Side, but horrors of all horrors, I left my bag on the bus. This meant that I couldn't buy shoes for my interview which I obviously needed because I was bare foot. I walked in despair to my friend Doan's house (she lives on East something-or-other). I had sore feet.
I like Paris. I might go on the way to the wedding-of-the-year-in-Italy, which takes place in May. I think Paris in May would be wonderful.