The Hitchcock blonde that I am channeling today is TIPPI HEDREN; cool, my blonde conch of a hairdo glistening and radiant despite the stormy weather, one high-heeled foot in front of the other in my form-fitting pale chartreuse Chanel suit as I cross the street amid the whistles, winks, and woofs… cool… sexy… Tippi… Coco.
Tonight I’m introducing Davide to some north-of-the-slot culture; a Bastille Day dinner party at John’s mansion. I’m making Pommes Anna, a galette of potatoes and butter, and will be dressed as a Genet thug (and not as Tippi).
More later…