little black tee
A quiet weekend, I have had the apartment to myself for the entire weekend. I have pottered: household tasks, the gym and an amble on a glorious Saturday afternoon involving the local stores in search of the 'little black tee', note the parenthesis for the little black tee doesn't have to be literal. There is (for me) a very, very fine line because I enjoy the silence and the solice too much.
I have finally got a desk and organised my bedroom, its only taken.. oh... four months! Next herculean feat is a new lap-top! After many years of relationship and, by extension, sharing a bedroom, a room of my own is... precious. Sharing: 'the full or proper portion or part allotted or belonging to or contributed or owed by an individual'. When was sharing a bedroom with a partner or sibling ever like that! Sharing a room is point counter point, foil on foil.
Caught a doco on Frank Lloyd Wright this afternoon; architecture invigorates me, especially Wright. Falling Water would have to be one of the most over exposed pieces of architecture (up there with the Taj Mahal) in history. Then there are those Wright moments...
Imperial Hotel, Meiji-Mura