GRAY IN L.A.

Since I have my blog "Gray in LA" I've been checking out my  surroundings and travels like an eagle-eyed inspector looking for clues and more than just 50 shades of gray. In Central Park I'm in New York , my old hometown, for which I still have passionate and romantic feelings like I had for my favorite boyfriend.  Cities have certain colors , just like people, I think. So, coincidence or not, New York is definitely a steely, platinum , gray and silver city documented by all the great buildings from the Empire State and the Chrysler Building to the new WTC Memorial. Gleaming, cool, sleek! Strangely perfect for ladies of the gray persuasion. In Los Angeles , (on the right) one looks very different because it is an all soft and natural color-orgy in gold, white, green, dark pinks , flaming reds, avocado-greens, lemon-yellows (like some California hair) and Jacaranda- (a tree) purple . Whatever color - LA and NY are two absolutely fabulous and fascinati...

Cat 1 - The Lucky One I love animals and housesitting. That is a very lucky combination that gets me into friends' and sometimes strangers' homes. Which I think is perfect since I don't have any animals and only a smallish apartment. And I just love different places; they make me feel like an explorer - for a writer a very creative feeling. Los Angelenos like animals - of course, there are so many around: mountain lions, lizards, huge hairy spiders, coyotes, raccoons, foxes, opossums, hummingbirds, pelicans, sea lions, to name only a few - but these would be mostly outside the house (if you're lucky - if we are talking about the pesky raccoons). Inside, it's mostly cats and dogs. And that is my territory. May I in troduce myself? Here is the KKK - NOT that one! The KittyKatKaretaker Cat 2 So, co-incidence or just life's way of reminding me that grayness, aging and ailments happen in the animal world as well, here I am, ...

Me (on the right) and a friend in NYC in 1980 wearing 40s vintage For a week now there is FASHION HELL going on in New York City, although they call it FASHION WEEK. I want to ignore it all because it sucks the energy out of me. So I'm trying, really. On one level it is easy because of what I see - which makes my eyes pop out and my jaw drop. Not because it's so overwhelmingly beautiful or inspiring or breathtaking, and how could it be if even someone as frighteningly untalented as Kanye West is wielding scissors - no, I'm pained and feel assaulted. But I'm still a little bit of a style-addict and a fashion plate. So, here I am sitting at my desk peeking into the huge fashion sections of the New York Times. Especially the men's fashion pages hold a special fascination for me.  http://www.nytimes.com/2015/09/17/fashion/kanye-wests-line-yeezy-causes-a-stir.html?ref=fashion&_r=0 What the f#ck is going on? I don't get it. What is it with these yo...