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gretchen is a writer floating between australia and manhattan

French night. deadly feature.

Last night I attended a French gala at the residence of the wildly talented and most stunning Jessica Tremp. Baguettes were saturated in steaming fondue and various triple cream delights; caviar was licked from fingers; twirling occurred to various French tracks within dim candlelight in between courses.

Everyone in attendance was suited up or in a ball gown. We ogled at each other’s stilettos and twisted hairdos into shoulder

exposed French styles. We smoked using a quellazaire in between sipping Moët. Our band of Writers, musicians, photographers, and lovers traded stories and secrets.

It was one of the best nights I’ve ever had. One of the nights where you gaze into the eyes of your beloveds with the unspoken certainty that twenty years from now we’ll still be saying, “Remember French night…”

Divinity.

I was honored this week to have a piece featured in one of my most favorite literary magazines: Short, Fast, and Deadly. My sight is still set on sorting out Poetry: Volume 2 over the coming days.

To be true blog family, I’m a bit boring at the moment. It’s been nearly a month since I interviewed with our friends in New York City. I feel like I’ve been useless since getting back to Oz, because all I do is wait for a phone call… wait for a phone call… wait for a…

Life is peaks and troughs, I get that. And I’m an optimist. So that means somehow in this trough, I’m slowly climbing. I’m off to burn incense and meditate.

4 Comments

  1. I actually threw myself out of bed this morning purely so I could write about last night…a perfect, blissful evening. From the moment you came strutting to us across Elizabeth Street, basket in hand and smile on face, to being handfed caviar from outstretched fingers as I soaked in the spa and sipped champagne, to slow dancing in ballgown and gloves…one of those evenings when you just want to burst with the richness of your life X

    • Sigh. I haven’t stopped thinking about it. I am determined to somehow swing Italian night from a midtown flat. I can already taste the Asti Spumante and fresh mozzarella with the ripest tomatoes and deep green basil… mmmm… fino alla prossima volta il mio amore. x o x

  2. Gloriosity, if ever there was a word x

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