When your eyes are not looking
I was speaking to my friend about Kazuyo Sejima and her building in New York on Bowery Street. I had started staying at the Bowery Hotel the last few times I went to New York on business. I was at the hotel for the first time when Tatjana called that my mother died. I am now wearing the white slippers with a large B written in script that I used at the hotel from that…