The office got nothing else out of me today, so I went to the Albertina before their collecting show comes down in five days. Artist books behind glass and a woman in no hurry at all. Tell me which page you'd turn first?
The office got nothing else out of me today, so I went to the Albertina before their collecting show comes down in five days. Artist books behind glass and a woman in no hurry at all. Tell me which page you'd turn first?
A table with my name on it across town and I'm still standing here arguing with my wardrobe. The dress lost so far — talk me into putting it on?
The matinee gave me Haydn on a hammer piano and I came home needing to touch the keys myself. The concert dress hasn't noticed the concert ended. Come turn my pages?
A whole festival built around textiles and I found the one bolt of grey knit I can't put down. It clings in exactly the right places. Want to help me decide if it comes home?
One night a year the museums stay open until sunrise, and my ticket has been sitting in my bag since I bought it. The boardroom is finally empty and the only decision left is which collection I see first — any suggestions?
Spent the evening among four centuries of dresses and came home wanting to change out of mine. The wardrobe is open and I'm in no hurry. Pick my color for tomorrow?
Twenty years of posters for my favorite weeks of the year, all on one wall at MAK. I came for ten minutes and stayed for the whole corridor. Pick your favorite for me?
The genre film at the Gartenbaukino did exactly what a good thriller does to me, and I came home with my pulse still going. The zipper lost the argument somewhere between the door and the window. Want to help me unwind?
Schönbornpark is one long drone right now and I claimed my patch of grass early. Ambient music does something to a woman's patience. Come find my blanket?
The Kaiser Wiesn pulled me in with the brass band and kept me with the second stein. The lacing on this dress has been loosening itself a row at a time. Come find my bench?