The subject of men
I went to meet a group of women to toast one of their birthdays over champagne. They met in a nondescript house uptown that belied what was inside, butter yellow washed walls with paintings ranging from 3d to simple studies of landscape, cushioned chairs where the stuffing was all but gone suggesting years of use, a silver tray with antique flutes, soft lighting and every seat occupied by a beautiful woman – age ranging from…