The last day of January, and I was barefoot in the street this a.m. having my Alfa Romeo convertible towed. Whenever I wear a bathrobe and am seen by anyone other than Jeremy, I remind myself of my mother, confronting me as I crept in the front door way later than I was supposed to as a teen.
This couture also reminds me of the gangster Vincent "The Chin" Gigante, who feigned insanity to avoid prosecution. His act consisted of mumbling to himself and wandering around Greenwich Village in his robe. There's something great about a man in a bathrobe all day, it's epicene, like a woman in a tux. A woman in a bathrobe like this, though, just underscores the unhappy state of being bound by the domestic, of sleeping at 10 p.m. while your teenage daughter sneaks out the window and runs for an idling car at the end of the long driveway.
This 1987 Alfa Romeo Spider Veloce convertible is the first car I have ever owned. It has been a blast and nearly trouble-free thanks to the lovely Indonesian mechanic Judyboy at Yano's Automotive on Pico Boulevard. Los Angeles is filled with unsung geniuses and world class Alfa whiz Judyboy is one of these unexpected virtuosos. It is a pleasure to see cheerful, tiny Judyboy always, as his mechanical wizardry assures that my visits to his dirty, junky repair shop are extremely infrequent.
Thanks Jeremy Blake for the navy blue 20s-style Rochas sunglasses in the picture above. They were (and are) a lovely Christmas present.
More on bathrobed gangster "The Chin" below.