Sunday Styles
I woke up to a deluge this morning. Severs storm reports abounded on phone, radio and TV. During an ad on my favorite program, CBS Sunday Morning, I ran downstairs to get the paper.
When I opened the door against the rather harsh elements I found a paper drenched from the downpour. Now didn't the New York Times know it was going to rain?
Regardless I pretended the pile of wet mush was an ancient scroll and I gingerly peeled each page apart, careful not to rip it. Luckily Fergus was asleep on the couch or the entire thing would of been a wet confetti explosion.
Naturally the first section I read was Sunday Styles and I was so pleased to see a picture from the fun and festive Frick Ball from last Monday. It is of Lucy Lang, me and Michelle Harper all inquisitively gazing at something or other. Most likely champagne.
What a nice gift for my first week of 35.
But the real gift was an email I received from a good friend and a great leader in the fashion world.
It read:
Dear Cator,
I must say that your picture in the New York Times is really extraordinary …
There is something very mature ( in a very good way) very chic in that shot .
I looked at this picture like a major step in your career … I don’t know how to explain this …
This picture is not just a picture , it prints your name , your wit , your elegance , your laugh in the high sphere of New York society …
Bravo .
It's moments like that where words far outshine pictures and something we all really need to hear now and then to keep the confidence up in the rough and rugged world of trying to eek out a living in NYC.
Thank you HP
When I opened the door against the rather harsh elements I found a paper drenched from the downpour. Now didn't the New York Times know it was going to rain?
Regardless I pretended the pile of wet mush was an ancient scroll and I gingerly peeled each page apart, careful not to rip it. Luckily Fergus was asleep on the couch or the entire thing would of been a wet confetti explosion.
Naturally the first section I read was Sunday Styles and I was so pleased to see a picture from the fun and festive Frick Ball from last Monday. It is of Lucy Lang, me and Michelle Harper all inquisitively gazing at something or other. Most likely champagne.
What a nice gift for my first week of 35.
But the real gift was an email I received from a good friend and a great leader in the fashion world.
It read:
Dear Cator,
I must say that your picture in the New York Times is really extraordinary …
There is something very mature ( in a very good way) very chic in that shot .
I looked at this picture like a major step in your career … I don’t know how to explain this …
This picture is not just a picture , it prints your name , your wit , your elegance , your laugh in the high sphere of New York society …
Bravo .
It's moments like that where words far outshine pictures and something we all really need to hear now and then to keep the confidence up in the rough and rugged world of trying to eek out a living in NYC.
Thank you HP